Didn’t I see that dog racing at Hialeah?
Tossed it’s jockey after the last turn.
The jockey was a foot taller than this loud mouth.
Toss her a bone.
Maybe she’s threatened by asecond dog in the same establishment, when she’s there.
LOL! Drive up to my house some time in an ordinary sedan and be greeted by my Dane. He’ll be directly at face level while you’re seated. Open the window and you might get kicked to death.