I’ve called him Donald “The Doberman” Trump because, like Dobes, his style of attack is to jump in, inflict a nasty bite and then spring away before the target can lay a hand on him. and jump back again for another chomp, before they know what hit them.
It’s like a bloody ballet.
Repeat, ad infinitum.
Or a mastiff:
“What the Lion is to the Cat the Mastiff is to the Dog, the noblest of the family; he stands alone, and all others sink before him. His courage does not exceed his temper and generosity, and in attachment he equals the kindest of his race. His docility is perfect; the teazing of the smaller kinds will hardly provoke him to resent, and I have seen him down with his paw the Terrier or cur that has bit him, without offering further injury. In a family he will permit the children to play with him, and suffer all their little pranks without offence.”
And they come in “apricot”...
“Trump needs a Rottweiler. A dog who is smart, loyal, protective and feared.”
I’ll second that. It’s 3° here in Illinois and Mongo (125lb male) and I are snuggled up waiting for spring.