He didn't like uniforms and went through more than one screen door after the mail man. One night we came home and he had proudly left his possum on the porch for us (we lived in a wooded area). Mom told me to go get Dad to get the shovel and throw the possum in the woods. 'Bout gave Dad a coronary hollering "Daddy, King killed the postman and momma wants you to bring the shovel to bury it in the woods". Dad was sure he had finally gotten the mail man.
Closest I have come to another "King" was our boxers Max and Secret! Someday will have another giant breed, but right now my baby is my toy poodle "Fang"! I pity the fool that tries to take him!