A retired businessman ( RBM ) plays golf with a TV network bigwig (BW).

BW: How’s it been going since both you and the missus have retired?

RBM : Been training attack dogs for fun, but I’m missing the action. Say. Maybe I could produce a show for your network?

BW raises an eyebrow

RBM : It’s a family act. We often do it for fun, but I’m sure it could make a hell of a reality show.

BW quickly lowers the eyebrow, but retains a polite, interested expression

RBM : We buy a factory, close it down, go where workers are picketing and release a few of those dogs.
Then my son (6) and daughter (12) come and do stuff to the wounded while our lawyers document it in order to prove that the kids were sexually abused, and grandma and grandpa do some stuff that would make you lose the rest of your lunch.

BW stares blankly

RBM : Well, what do you say?

BW: That’s very, ahem, interesting. Do you have a name for this act?