All canids along with ursus and the third social pack hunter ( the really nasty one) have one major genetic variable for survival. That is a great range of personalities to adapt to the world.Breed generalisations are not much better than predictions on somebody who is irish ( and anyone who doesn't like my singing will get a punch in the mouth.) I had a female coyote adopt my ranch who thought ground squirrels and avocados were hers and everything else under her protection. 'Suzie' beat the stuffing out of a young male who came in one night to hunt the barn cats.On the other side of this story, one horseowner showed up with a Jack Russell terrier, currently very popular with the horsey set.A more inately nasty creature I have never seen, and one day a horse had enough and sent it flying like a frizzby to doggie heaven.I was stationed at Tillamok Bay LBS and this bosun decided to promote a 'OFFICIAL USCG BREED.' The fact of his Saint Bernard having a tryst with a Newfoundland and a resultant litter ahd no small bearing on his esprit de corpse. He raised the 3 survivors, and one day loaded them onto our 44' MLB 'for training' in water rescue. This was about the same time the CG was messing with birds in onboard cages to spot liferafts or something from air units.Well, we weren't 10 minutes out and all three 'Cape May Lighthouse Dogs' as he called them were soon vomiting kibbles in a slurry that defeated the newly painted nonskid.So ended a little known breed's brief history.I'll stick with my cat. He wakes me promptly at 6 A.M. every morning with amazing acuracy +- 5 seconds on my chronograph. Now if he could only hit the automatic cofffee maker button.