My nephew graduated from high school this spring, so there was a big family gathering. Most of them knew I have a service dog, but none had met Centy yet. I parked my Blazer and got out, Centy moved to a heeling position, and someone asked how I could drive (after all, I had a "Seeing Eye dog").
The son of one of my nieces--cute little guy, just a toddler--walked up and proceeded to stick his hand in Centy's mouth. Someone asked my niece if she was worried by that and she said, "No, he's just a little boy and that is a very big dog." (We did have an impromptu "how to pet a strange dog" class for the kids.)
One of my sisters-in-law is convinced Centy is not a purebred because she is a blanket back, and doesn't have a sloping backline. According to her, I have a "GSD-Rottweiler cross." I can't wait til she meets my sable, Z.