That's why God invented crates and doggie tranks.
Yeah, well...
There is something about the folks who buy the nasty dogs (pit bulls, rottweilers, Presa Canarias in particular) that just convinces me that I should be ready for anything from them.
Maybe it's the fact that the last guy in my neighborhood who owned a pit bull also liked to zip around in his chassis & suspension lifted truck, darting towards kids riding their bikes...
A committee of aggrieved parents (including myself) went over to the guy's house and casually suggested that he was a bad fit with the neighborhood, and that maybe he should move out to Lakeside with the other scumbags.
That's why God invented Doggie coffins.