So I come in this morning to the yard, park my truck and head over to my tool cart to get started and find this dog sleeping in front of my tools. I see it quivering there so I get my old sweatshirt and throw it over him to warm him up. Poor guy was too cold and too tired to even move. So I went on and got to work. One of my neighbors stopped by to see what I was doin so I told him to check out the new guard dog. He went over to pet it and the dog nearly bit his head off. I told him to leave it alone. So when the shop next door opened up I got some dog food from them and put out some water. Didnt try to bite me or anything. Dad saw it and told me it might be a good idea to keep him around. Here's a couple pics of him. I'm thinking of naming him Goliath.