I was a kid we had a very large German Shepard. When we put him
outside, he was on a 75’ rope tied to a tree. The dog could run all
around the yard and make it just up to, but not on, the driveway.
Unbeknownst to us, the paper boy (this was in the 1980’s) would drive up
to the edge of the driveway and rev his moped to tease our dog. He’d
rev and rev the engine while our dog would go nuts at the limit of his
rope, up on his hind legs trying to reach out and grab a hold of him
with his front paws.
Anyways, one day, the rope broke so my dad went to the hardware store
for a new one. The guy tells my dad, “We don’t have any 75’ ropes. Only
50’ or 100’.” My dad took the 100’.
I just wish I could have seen the look on my dog’s face the next day
when the paperboy came around and woke him up with that stupid moped. I
always imagine that dog taking a second to thank the dog gods, for the
day of reckoning hath come! Our dog charged, jumped in the air and
took the kid off his bike. The kid tried to get away, but our dog bit
down onto his ankle and dragged him back into the backyard. Eventually
he got away but had to call the police to get his moped back. The dog
was sitting patiently next to it.
We found out about it when the police came by that night to complete
their report. The next day, the kid’s dad called and told us not to
worry about him suing; his son was an idiot and got what he deserved
(that’s how we got the whole background).