So this one time, back when I was serving court papers, I had to serve divorce papers to a feller up North, in Antioch, by the chain of lakes at the top of the Fox River. The semi-sticks.
The shotgun porches.
I get out there, and realize the map had placed the address wrong, that's why no one could find it. They said the feller was in construction, that's why I had to be there in the dark before 6AM. So I find this car, a stickered up old Buick. Looking like a construction car, so upon a closer look, I found the right place.
Problem was, A giant all around fence, and 2 dwellings inside. So I go knock on the one with the lights on, after carefully surveying the yard for killers.
So when the father came to the door, out comes A SHEPARD JUST AS BIG AND BLACK AS THEY COME. Some small talk about why I was there led to me asking if I can pet it, not that I really wanted to, He said, "I wouldn't". Shit.
I kind of felt like someone was holding a gun in my face. I think I skipped right passed the spine tingling, that tells you danger "could" be near, I went right into "don't make the wrong move" happy thoughts, happy thoughts!
The father told me his son was home in the other place so I got him. The whole time knowing one German word would send me to the hospital or worse. It was one of those German, German Shepards. Like he spoke German. Like if I ate a bagel for breakfast before, it would have just killed me, sans command.
Anyway, that is my story.
Second best thing to a bear!
Which I still wish you the best on!
Sorce