Why didn’t someone kill the dog?
For over 53 years, I've tried to keep my bias in check after seeing my mom's poor dog get savagely mauled, unprovoked, by a German Shepard. Since then, I've realized why they were the preferred dogs of the NAZIs as well as putting lovely Pit Bull reputations to shame compared the nasty dispositions and bite scorecard of too many of these assholes. Perhaps it's because they're constantly in pain from their genetic hip problems. No matter. I hold dear the memory of my District Judge father calmly promising the FBI owner of that bitch dog that he'd kill it if he ever saw it again. (Back in the good old days when the FBI knew to say "Yes, Sir." and then cowardly creep away.)