When I was around 8 or 9 years old my mother found an abandoned doberman
and brought it home. As a young boy I was really happy that my family had finally
decided to get a dog...as we had only had cats at that point...and none of them
liked me very much.
The doberman seemed to like me and everything was great...I mean he had some
weird marks on his back...but I didn't care...he was my friend.
Until one day I put his food bowl down in front of him...and he attacked me, mauling
my face to the point where I nearly lost my left eye.
I still have the scars on my face to this day but thankfully I don't look like Two-Face
from the Batman comics.
The doberman was "destroyed" and ever since then I have an ingrained fear of large
dogs & most of the Genus Canis.
It turns out those weird marks on his back were scars and he had been abused by
his previous owner...and unfortunately I paid the price for that abuse.
Now while I'm a "dog person" the idea of a dog that size scares the living piss out
of me...so I think I'll stick with something smaller.
Also on a side note...Dingoes are extremely dangerous...and if you are ever in Australia...
DO NOT go near or feed a dingo. It is not a pet or your friend. That dingo & its "friends" will
kill you and eat you...and your children.