For the first few year of my life in Edmonton I walked everywhere. I didn’t have a car, and I didn’t like having a bus dictate my schedule for me. It was just a half hour to get to work, and it kept me healthy. Work back then was much the same as it is now: Sitting down all day.
Anyway, on the way to work there was a lumber yard that had two german shepherds guarding it. Every time I walked by they would bark and growl at me. I missed the family dog so I actually liked this. I would try encouraging them. As near as I could tell, the gate to they lumber yard was always open at that time, so they could have come out and ripped me to shreds if they wanted. But they seemed happy enough to just bark at me from the safety of behind the fence.
Eventually I got a job at a different company and I stopped walking past the lumber yard.
The point? I saw today that they had renamed that place “Big dog lumber”.