Our neighbor's dog, a Shepard mix, hated uniforms. He'd go after the mailman everytime. Mike and I were sitting on the steps at my house, his dog nosing around the yard, when my Dad got home from work, in uniform. (He was a St. Paul cop.) The dog rushed over and started the vicious bark, my Dad's hand went to his Python and he said in his command voice" Call off your dog, NOW!" Mike called him over to him. Later, Mike asked my Dad if he'd have really shot his dog. Dad replied, "Damn right I would have, and he wouldn't be the first!"