

But the thing with Killer was that he was in training for a local police department when he got into a fight with another dog being trained and wound up biting the trainer's hand (who had foolishly tried to separate the dogs herself WITHOUT PROTECTION), and her hand was busted up pretty good. The PD told her she couldn't have both dogs being trained and had to get rid of one of them, so I was selected as the new owner (her son was a Marine, and I had started training for boot camp on the delayed-entry program).
Killer was an interesting dog in that he would bark his head off when you breached the property line and would only loudly growl if and when you reached the front door. If you got inside the house and one of us weren't there to say it was okay, he would let you in, but wouldn't let you leave. He would get between the person and the door, growl and bare his 2" teeth (which we called his "smile"), and simply would NOT let you leave, no matter what door or window you wanted to try. If you tried to go past him while he was growling, he'd grab your clothes, sometimes nipping you in the process. If you reached for something he didn't like, he'd wrap his teeth around the limb until you let go of whatever you were trying to do.
Before I got him, he had cornered one burglary suspect in the owner's residence and he had some teeth scrapes on a couple of limbs (with no broken skin) and the perp has shiite his pants while waiting, with "Killer" sitting on the floor in front of him (staring and low-growling at him) while he was cowering in the corner. When the home owners came home and the perp heard them come inside, he was FULL of relief 'cause he thought the dog might kill him. He was yelling for them to come and call the dog off and just call the police so he could get out of there.
I had seen Killer do something similar when we had friends who just walked into the house while we were home (we had told them to just come on in) and Killer greeted them at the door. When they moved through the house to the back doors by the pool, Killer wasn't going to let them out until we told him it was okay.
I'll have to see if I can dig up any old photos of my awesome Dobie, Killer - the name on his papers was: "Killer Dawg" (purebred Doberman Pinscher). We saw the name but she wouldn't give us the papers 'cause part of the agreement for me getting him for free was that we wouldn't breed him. Even so, he was a GREAT dog and protected my mom when she took him downtown to her jewelry store. People would see them coming down the street and would CROSS THE STREET rather than walk by the little white-haired lady walking a HUGE Doberman wearing a spiked collar!! Desired effect achieved!!!


I'll see if I have some easily post-able photos of my great dog.