Come on, you’re forcing me to humiliate the poor creature. I call him a “trained guard/attack dog” to help his self-esteem. It’s so bad that when the UPS man comes he’s hoping for my Dane to greet him. When I threatene to sick the Dane on my neighbors or various trades people, all they do is laugh at me.
Oh it’s a Dane - they’re pussy cats. They need a German variety, of the traditional type.