My dog is a war hound. Bred for battle and hostile to all those who are not me. It makes me very proud of her.
She’s a 14 pound, muscled up miniature dachshund. She makes our neighborhood German Shepherd flee in terror and wimper like the weakling he is.
Never mess with a dog bred to chase wild badgers down deep, dark tunnels.
There is NOTHING on this Earth more fear inspiring than a small dog!
I was walking my German Shepherd, a fearless squirrel terminator, living tissue over metal endo-skeleton, down the street of my neighborhood one day when, all of a sudden as we passed this roadside bush next to a mailbox, this 5 lbs. barking cerberus made itself known.
My fearless shepherd literally teleported behind me. The move was so fast that her leash remained in its original position sans dog for about a good 3 seconds before time actually caught up with my teleporting shepherd, and her leash magically returned to her collar behind me.
Luckily, the owner of the cerberus hound came and rescued us, otherwise we surely would have been doomed.
Little dog is boss, that is all.
I once lived in a rough part of town, and to keep things even, I had a large rottweiler "Duke" and a chainlink fence so they could all see him. We had lots of section 8 apartments nearby, thus lots of human debri walking around. I have lots of stories, but one good story is when I went to the local convenience store and saw half of the apartment complex inside the store loitering. So..
I backed up my truck directly in front of the exit door with Duke sitting in the back. When the feral canine-aphobe urban folk inside realized they were trapped, they did everything to make sure I left without a hitch. I was allowed to go to the head of the line. One lady asked, "do he bite?". I replied, "lets hope not", to which she was not pleased. However, she was wise enough not to raise a hand to me.