If I had a dog that looked like that I'd walk it past a daycare. Freak out the little'uns. Fun.
Teach it to growl under its breath like a demon or something, too. That always adds to the fear factor. You can't have little kids who aren't afraid of horrid-looking things, no sir.
He was just misunderstood. Below all that crusty exterior there was probably a soft core of goodness and happiness. A dog who just wanted to be loved for who it was, not what it looked like. A dog that spent it's years pining for the forests, wishing to roam the land likes its cousins the Wolves. A dog who...who...who am I kidding?