When I was 6 we lived in Hawaii in Barber’s Point Naval Air Station on-base housing. This was 1957. There was a pack of dogs that roamed the base & got fed by various means. These were dogs that were abandoned by their owners when the owners were transferred back to the states. It was difficult to move pets in/ out of Hawaii so people just left them. So I’m 6 & playing outside our hut when 2 mongoose come towards me snarling viciously. I start crying & my Mom is frantic when out of nowhere a stray dog charges to my rescue. He gets 1 mongoose & snaps its neck then chases the other away. Then sits next to me like we’ve been life-long buddies which we quickly became. My Mom witnessed this so she gladly accepted VIP (very important puppy) into the family.