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Don chuckles at Vincent's comment, "We own three acres of land, two acres is used for hiking with them. They have free run of where they want to go on the property, and they have deterred plenty of people trying to break in as is. We've trained them to only lam a person or animal, not to kill, which took a LOT of training. We even have signs posted along the property warning people that our guard dogs will bite. As for the walled off area where they usually roam, that's the other acre around the house with a low wall. They wear e-collars that vibrate to tell them not to go over it. My parents also made sure to inform local authorities that these pups were meant to be guard dogs and that they've been fully trained and certified to do such, but just like any dog if they attack them we can't promise they won't have scars. The Rangers and Police are fine with it, they've even tested them themselves and are satisfied with what we've done." He leads Vincent to the parking lot and to his dark green Saturn Ion. "You can just toss you're stuff into the back seat." Opening the door on his side he does that himself, his bag landing on a pile of music and math text books. In the pile are books from Calculus I through Advance Calculus, some other random math books of lower levels, and music books of historical musicians.