We're minding our own business, standing at a 4-way stop intersection, waiting for the cars to clear out. I don't take my dogs across the street in front of stopped cars; I want them to understand you NEVER walk in front of a car. EVER. So we're standing there about three feet back from the curb. There's a couple in a minivan, windows down at the stop sign where we're standing. Woman in the passenger's seat with the cigarette dangling off her lip is staring at us. Kharma's standing there quietly -- with her prong collar on and her heavy duty 3' Ella's Lead with the bullclip. Kharma's not happy with all this staring business and she's flexing her haunches. I put my hand on her head and tell her to be easy. She lashes the tip of her tail and her ears perk forward. I'm not fooled. She's anticipating some amusement. CRAZY BITCH leans out of her window and cusses me, screaming at me to "STOP ABUSING THAT POOR DOG!" Kharma stands up on her hind legs and roars -- not snarls, not growls, no snapping, just her lion-like roar. Standing up. There's still slack in the 3' lead. Her tail is wagging (this is fun in Kharma's world, she's not angry, just irritated -- she has a low tolerance for fools). Woman's cigarette falls off her lip and onto the street. (Have I ever mentioned how much Kharma HATES smoking?) Woman punches man driving and tells him "GO DAMNYOU." She turns and flips me off . Kharma is happy. Her tail is swinging back and forth and she's dancing her little Fila minuet -- her version of the EndZone Shuffle. Um. Yah. I abuse her terribly, "making" her wear that collar. Stupid people are a big part of the reason. It keeps her safe because you can't say I don't have hold of her and have anyone buy your bullshit. Deputy sheriff sitting on the other side of the intersection watching is laughing his ass off -- he waves as he drives past. Kharma gives him a happy bark and tosses her head at him. Flirt.