Dorothy does not bite.
Oh yeah? Come closer with that camera and let's test your hypothesis:
I did joke with my nieces this summer, telling them that Dorothy doesn't bite, but on occasion she will pinch with her teeth. But she would never even nip a child, let alone bite, although she does enjoy a good rough-housing with her favorite fellow. And when she is in rough-house mode, her jaws are strong! Which is why this came into my apartment:
It's an old glove which allows the wearer to wrestle with Dorothy with impunity.
Dorothy's real weapons, it seems to me, are what I term her "meathooks" -- i.e. her front arms. They are muscular and leaden and in the morning if she is trying to wake me up so that I can attend to her breakfast, she will plunk a meathook on one side of my face, and plunk one on the other, and then lick my face while using the meathooks to hold me in place. I suppose there are ruder awakenings, although the strength in those arms can seem rather startling, especially when it is 6:00 a.m. and I am groggy.
Bite? This widdle ting?
I should add, too, that any misplaced nip nowadays is much more benign now that Dorothy has her adult teeth in. Those needle-y baby teeth were deadly--definitely the ginsu knives of the teeth world. I was very glad to see the end of them!