The other night, we were out chasing run away teens. We went to a house and, as we knocked on the door, I heard a rustle from the side of the house. In most cases, this means the teens are sneaking out the back while the other people answer the door. So, being very good at my job, I leaned over the railing to look around the side. It wasn't kids.
It was the biggest effing dog I have seen in my life. It let out a bark that shook the walls of the house and make me jump six feet in the air straight up. It's head was the size of an Echo and it's teeth still had meat in them.
Next time, even if it is kids trying to escape, I am so not looking.