Recently my oldest adopted a Great Dane.

Now as great danes go, he is a sweetie. Your typical goofy dog that is just too big to be graceful. Unfortunately, since she has a really busy life at the moment, he seems to have become my dog. He has a very gentle temperment, at least, until someone knocks on the door. And then he becomes Titan the Destroyer.

Is it wrong to enjoy watching door to door salesmen flee for their lives? Cause I do