I'd say pit bulls. I live in a big field and in it are six houses, all belonging to my relatives. We all meet daily at my grandparents' house. One day my cousins and I were outside playing when a pit bull came into the yard. When they realized what type of dog it was, they all ran inside, afraid. I didn't. The dog came up to me, tail wagging, and I patted him. He was such a sweetie! Then a truck came up the driveway and a frantic man jumped out, thanking me repeatedly and saying he'd lost his dog bbut thank you so much for finding him. Then my grandfather came outside. To put it nicely, I dislike him. Sorry, but he's just not a very nice person. He said "Is that your pit bull?" The man said yes, and my grandfather said "I hate pit bulls! They attack people! They should be exterminated." The man just bit his tongue, thanked me again, and left. I felt sick over the whole thing and stalked home. Why do the mistakes of some lead to prejudices of a whole group? It's not the dog that's bad, it's the owner.