His name is "god of war" but he's really friendly.

The other night the husband and I were walking the corporal. 

If you haven't met him in person he's a 14 pound poodle-ish dog. With a slightly pink tint, called "apricot" for the AKC among us.

As we were walking a car was driving slowly down the street with a guy shouting out "Ares, Ares, Ares...."

Yes there was a man driving down our street calling out for the Greek god of war.

The suburbs are so not boring.

He asked if we had seen a "big" dog running around.  We hadn't, but we'd try to get him where he belongs if we did.  He assured us that Ares is a very friendly dog.

A minute later our car driving neighbor zips down the street while we watch a full grown mastiff run past us.

A Mastiff -- not his petite cousin the Bullmastiff which only gets to be about 130 pounds.

The real thing -- 4 feet tall, drool everywhere, easily 200 pounds....  Remember Hagrid's dog?

I really don't care how friendly the god of war claims to be, there is no way I'm messing with a dog that weighs more than the husband.