Years ago when our daughters were early teens, we got a Doberman puppy. He was brought up as a total house dog surrounded by lots of love. We would host the youth group from our church and the dog would snuggle on the floor with everyone. He was a big baby.
He ended ip a very large 125 pound ferocious looking dog who smiled at you and greeted everyone at the door with a toy. I’m sure people could have broken into our home and robbed us blind so long as they played with him.
Our daughters would take him for long walks and other kids would love on him, share treats and most could see he was a gentle giant by his smile. One day some older teen boys who looked a bit sketchy strutted over to them and stated, “I bet you think you’re tough with a Doberman. I’m not afraid of your dog.” Thor pulled back his gums and bared his teeth with a low loud growl. The kids took off. We never worried about our girls.