Pathfinder I
We had a malamute that my step dad brought down from Canada in the 70’s that thought he was a bad ass. Kinda was in that it killed everything in sight and would not die. Jumped out of the back of the truck at 50mph to fight, got shot and left for dead in the ditch by the neighbor after he dug his way out of yard to chases his sheep, and when he was older I backed over him with the car. He lived through all of that along with repeated fights with raccoon, porcupine, skunk, and dogs. I think the day that one eye beast was finally put down was probably one of my mother’s happiest days. She still had a scar on her hand where he bit through her hand while she was breaking up an attack on her best friends dog.That seems very sensible. My problem is that she thinks it's her job to do what's needed, even when it's an animal way tougher and more dangerous lol it's probably just as well, since my wife likes to have the dog home when I'm away.