Wow, Scylla’s story was beautiful. My parents’ bullboxer is also lovable clown. Weezy loves playing, running circles, demanding we run around with him and play fetch by nuzzling his head under an arm while you’re on the couch. In the 3 years we’ve owned him (he was a victim of the recession, found alongside the highway) he’s only been all business exactly twice.
Once in the middle of the night he woke my parents. Barking his fool head off, he climbed on top of the bed and barked down on them. Mom gets up, follows him to the window, where the shade is halfway up, like always, so he can survey his several acre domain, which is all enclosed in fencing. The neighborhood and our neighbors otherwise have 3/4 acre lots.
Right below the window on the patio is a woman screaming for…her dog? Her husband? She’s drunk or out of her mind. And she’s on Weezy’s territory, downright pissing him off. She must have opened the gate to even get in! Mom calls out and asks her to leave the property, and she does so immediately. His tail stays up and he watches her leave the property, then slowly retreats to his couch and flops down asleep. He got a big T-bone that night.
Another time my mom and a neighbor are having a small yard sale. Weezy and his BFF, the neighbor’s 90 pound European doberman and playing and chasing each other. Weezy stops dead in his tracks, puts himself between mom and the neighbor and starts growling. Mom and neighbor try to hush him, and are clueless as to what he’s upset about. Moments later, a creepy and dirty looking guy appears walking down the street. Now the doberman’s joined in the growling session, right alongside Weezy. As the guy approachs, my mom is apologetic to the approaching guy. Wordlessly he draws a knife, motions to the dogs, and says “I would like to cut them into pieces”. Turns out he’s some loser who flipped out and made bizarre threats to customers while he was waiting tables at a nearby restaurant. He was fired, and his legal status here is unclear. Since he’s undocumented and never provided a permanent address, they weren’t able to report it. Weezy enjoyed a strip steak that night.
That said, I think if he were in the house alone and someone broke in…he would simply indicate where the treats are stashed. I think he’s loyal to us, his actual family, but not to the house or possessions. You have a pitbull mix, who probably would defend the family, but not the house. Sounds like you have a very sweet dog!