Corinna, yeah, I know what you mean. We, unfortunately, live in a very prejudicial world.
I got to meet the new kid yesterday. My family was sitting at the only store in town and his owners pulled in to get gas and he was in the bed of the truck. I walked up to him to meet him. They said he was a big baby and, boy, he was. I fed him some of my ice cream. I think I now have a forever friend. I told him how I had one for 7 1/2 years but we had to put him down because he attacked the neighbor (we have a one bite dog law), but up until that point he was a great dog. (Our Vet Assistant told us that 90 percent of all rotties eventually turn. ) I asked him what the dog's name was and he said Kilo. We about died. That was our dog's name too. Unfortunately, I think they were both named after drugs. Our dog was four months old when we got him. I wrote out a check for him and when I asked the last name, I about choked when they told me it. The name is well known for their drug dealings in our County. When my husband and I got in the car with Kilo to take him home, we both looked at each other and said, we'll have to watch his poop for a couple of days to see if any baggies come out with drugs in them.