I didn't want a dog to be honest, nor did my father, but my mother took the loss of our other dog pretty bad.
I tried to convince her to look at a Siberian Husky or something like a Tosa Inu (although are these still banned?), but I think this thing is more of a handful.
I let him out about ten minutes ago, as I've typed this he's popped his head around the corner and he's covered in mud.
He done this before as you can see from a previous image;
He's got to be the most bathed dog in the world.
Mind you, our old dog used to belt down the garden and jump in the pond many years ago.