An old friend of mine has a cattle ranch. Well he doesn't, but his family has one that has been passed down from his grandfather. Anyways, my friend had a big-ass pit bull that would guard the cows. Sometimes the dog would come home completely covered in blood, none of it his. He would look like he just had the best day of his life. His tail would be wagging his body, he would be wiggling all over and just so stoked that he just murdered an entire pack of coyotes.