I cannot walk past a well bred, working-type GSD without falling all over myself to their owner. I nearly wrecked leaving a hike because one was getting out of his car. Oh, a beautiful bicolor... nice 'strong' back... tongue lolling to one side, looking at his master like 'alrighty, we ready?' "I LOVE YOUR DOOGGGGGGG!!" generally gets me some looks.
A well bred Redbone can get me staring like I've got a problem. I can't help but watch their muscles roll, and I love their long gliding strides.
Pits... they make me smile. Seeing them with owners who obviously care makes me grin and I have to comment on it. Usually with a 'thank you', as I love seeing them being treated like pets and not monsters that need to wear chains when they walk.
I saw my first greyhound last year and I was just

LLLLOOOOOKKKKY!. Then I saw a Great Dane for the second time last year as well. He was... I don't want to say aggressive but I was sure to keep my distance. He was H U G E, FAR larger than the first Dane I saw (which was when I was in middle school mind you) and his bark was like a car's bass put too high. Rattled my chest.
Annnddd I saw a Norwegian Elkhound last week. I didn't think I would ever see one around here.