Growing up this cac down the street from us had a St. Bernard. His name was Benson. Big ass dog but he was very gentle with all of us kids. Drooled a bit too much and I was always careful to never accept any food from their house because he was perpetually shedding hair
We was out in his backyard playing tonka trucks and Benson was lounging around. We hear somebody yelling a few yards over
DRACULA!! GET BACK HERE!! DRACULA!!
Next thing we know this big ass Doberman hopped over the hedges into our yard. Back then Dobermans were the bad ass dogs everybody feared. This damn dog looked like he was the size of a small horse. He saw us and started barking and advancing. We was shook
Next thing we know Benson comes flying around the corner and did not even bark. He was with the shyts. Not all of that woofing. He mollywopped the fukk out of that Doberman. By the time his owner got back there his dog was almost murked.