In the 60s, living for a short time in Alabama, my Mom hired a black housekeeper to come once a week. When she first arrived, our dog started growling. My Mom apologized.
The lady laughed. “Don’t worry,” she said. “My dog can’t stand white people!”
For the duration of our time there, she and my Mom got along great. Our dog quickly figured out the black lady sometimes brought cookies. He soon got along great with her too!
My 95 pound bundle of love, a Rotten Shepherd, is generally one of the sweetest dogs I’ve ever owned. However, for some reason, she discriminates against Sikhs. There must be something about men wearing turbans that sets her off...lol.