My brother raised German shepherds for a long time, and belonged to Washington Dog Rescue in WA State. I love all dogs, but shepherds are my favorite.
I remember this one time when my brother was living out in the country with his shepherds, and a yappy little fluffball of a dog wandered into their yard. We looked out the window to see one of his shepherds, Banzai, shaking the dog by it's collar like a rag mop. At my brother's command Banzai let go, and the poor little dog waddled as if he was drunk, out of the yard and down the street.
At the same time that we had our black shepherd, my grandfather had a purebred Pekinese named Bhudda. What an obnoxious little dog, as little dogs can be, but he just adored my grandfather. So Grandpa took him everywhere, and that included our house. Bhudda would constantly yap, yap yap at our dog and the looks she gave him were priceless.