I've had a number of dogs wander through my life: Collies, Cocker Spaniels, German Shepherds, Labs, Sooners (they are mutts who'd sooner piss on the floor than go outside). Only had one that ever growled in a threatening manner--was a dog in north Alberta. He made the mistake of growling at one of my children. (The child wasn't bothering the dog.) Anyway, I went to the cupboard, took out the .22, got some ammo from another cupboard, got the bolt from yet another cupboard--maybe drawer--and called the dog for a trip to the dump. A neighbour asked where I was going.

"The dump."

She said, "My dad would love to have a small dog."

"She's yours, but if I see her wandering loose around here she's meat." I understand the dog had a good life thereafter.

I had one dog bite me and I killed it. With certain exceptions I would do that to any dog that bit me or threatened my kids. Maybe this post ain't PC, but it's the way it is in my little piece of the universe.