We were half way thru our nightly walk - I had alot on my mind as some of you may be aware and I was crying heavily by this juncture while deep in thought. I was NOT in the mood to be trifled with. Along comes "Nicky" - a Yorkie/Silky something that had once accosted us while he was offleash. He's on a f$cking damned Flexi this time but that doesn't stop him from pulling his usual antics (his owner does NOTHING to stop him). He's snarling, snapping, growling, lunging, and tried to bite Katalin. She bounces back and does evasive maneuvers before telling the bugger off and doing her white lion roar thingy. We are trying to carry on with our walk but he keeps close pursuit - the roar does not deter him and he lunges for her mouth. I pull her back - she snarls - and so do I. I hurled a string of Chinese and English expletives at the slack-jawed bimbo of a woman that owned him, lectured/scolded her about doing her rescue dog a disservice by indulging his bad behavior, and threw in a pretty little remark about being glad to see both their heads chewed off by coyotes or a bear (we get good amounts of the former, the latter make occasional appearances in the spring and fall) some day in the near future before storming off with a wet, red face and a angry, slightly confused puppy. *exhale* I'm not proud - but it happened. I have to admit though; my chest felt about 10 times lighter after.