So, what is the most vicious dog? It’s the one that wasn’t trained, wasn’t loved, or was treated like a stuffed toy instead of a living creature. If you want a “vicious” dog, buy a cactus. At least you’ll know why it hurts.
As for the real champion? It’s your drunk uncle’s Basset Hound when you steal his last piece of bacon. Don’t do it. That droopy face hides a sudden, terrifying speed. I’ve seen it. I still have the scar. The dog’s name was Winston, and he was a menace.
In short: respect all dogs, laugh at the poodles, and never, ever trust a Chihuahua when you’re holding a cheese stick. Now go pet a friendly mutt—just ask permission first.
