I'm watching Curb S03e07: Corpse-Sniffing Dog and it got me thinking...It's story time! Forgive me if I've told this before.
When my folks first got together my dad already had a German Sheppard...his name was Fritz.
They eventually moved in together in some place in Philly and at that time my mom wasn't working during the day and my dad had a normal 9-5 at SmithKline. I think they were renting a rowhome. Story goes, one day when Hendrik was at work some guy knocked on the door. My mom came to the door, didn't open it, and said hi. The guy asked to use the bathroom. My mom, not being an idiot, wasn't going to let a random dude in the house when she was there alone. The guy kept asking. Mom kept saying no. The guy went on to say if she didn't let him in he'd take a dump on the front lawn. Mary Ann said fuck that. She told the guy if he didn't leave she'd sick Fritz on him. He didn't leave. After another couple warnings she let Fritz out the door and he attacked the dude and bit the shit out of his arm. The guy ran away bleeding.
Guard dogs are cool. Fritz would also go out every morning and get the paper for my dad.
I never met Fritz but I only heard good things about that dog.