First time I ever saw a Staffordshire Terrier was in Marrakesh, Morocco in 1974.
The dog belonged to an American couple who were importers of rugs and such. The hubbie told me that his wife could safely shop in the medina (market) as long as she had the dog with her.
Then he told me an amusing story of a man in the medina who grabbed the wife. The terrier immediately tore the crotch out of the assailant’s pants without removing the attached organs. Word spread and after that no one molested his wife.
My daughter visited Marrakesh in the mid 80s.
To this day she says it was one of the worst experiences of her life.