Your dog reminds me of a German Shepherd we used to have. He was well mannered, but kinda racist. A number of our dogs have been instantly hostile to people of other races for some reason, but yeah, nobody minds the smaller breeds being bitchy.

... You know, the people they were aggressive to always seemed fearful initially, maybe it was cultural. Cats and dogs love killing things in distress. I had never been afraid of a dog before an incident with the pits. I don't normally stand around creatures thinking about biting a chunk off me. But of course you gotta abandon that feeling right quick around those beautiful monsters.

Probably should be a mandatory lesson for kids in school, teach em how to handle animals.

With pits that responsibility is five-fold magnified.

Probably goes without saying his neighbors all hate him. I mean, those kind of animals should probably be kept in a more secure enclosure than a typical backyard. I don't know how many times they've gored each other, but 3 of our other smaller dogs have been badly injured over the years by pits in general. One time a pit tried to bite off the other's dick, lol. Nearly did too.

Aside from the violence, they're amazing dogs, and they're so much better if they aren't around any other dogs.

There's a German Shepherd we sometimes walk, and they upgraded to a choke collar. I used to be against those, but she's a bit moody. Tried to take a chicken carcass away from her once she found on the road, hah. She went from loveable goof to down to fight for that thing in an instant. Wouldn't respond to commands. And we were dog sitting, so I was worried for a hot sec I'd have to be bringing this dog back to its home with a goddamned chicken carcass in its mouth!

So, I guess if I have a point it's I have become a lot more cautious about animals over the years. I seen some shit lol. And my cat is a fucking monster, good thing he's relatively small. He's got the personality of a slightly pissed lion who doesn't like being touched. He delights in inflicting pain.

I purposely didn't train that out of him though, my last two cats were super well behaved and in their final years the wife remarked I had broken their spirits. I didn't mean to. They led good lives, but they were cats who couldn't be cats. It's like raising kids you don't hug. I mean that in a figurative sense, my family is big on personal space.