I hate them darn dogs with a passion, killed several of our sheep until our Great Pyrenees got hold of them and terminated them before I could shoot them.
When I was about 4 years old, my grandfather used to walk me down his block while holding my hand. He would proudly introduce me to all of his neighbors. He was known as “the mayor of the block”, LOL. His next door neighbor had a huge pure white Great Pyrenees named King, which weighed over 100 lbs. I used to climb aboard King and ride him, using his ears to steer him. Gentlest dog you ever saw. My grandfather had no worries to see me mounted up on King. And now you tell me YOUR GP killed pit bulls. Simply AMAZING.