Max and I just walked up to the store.
He met a nice lady waiting for the bus and we visited for a few moments. I tied him up outside like I always do and went inside to get cigs. While I was paying for them I heard that woman screaming and went outside to find two big dogs attacking mine. Max was still tied up and the guy who owned the dogs (looking to be at least 70) said they just got away from him. I was yanking on their leashes and trying to get them away from Max and screaming at the mother-fucking asshole (JJ you'd be proud) to get them away from my dog. He reined them in and headed around the corner and I told him I knew where he lived and if there's any vet bills for my dog, he was getting them! He actually lives right behind the store. I know him. Well, not his name but I know my dog hates his dogs and vice versa. I always give them a wide berth when I encounter them on our morning walks. He and his partner often walk by our yard and Max goes crazy. I just realized, I never walk Max by their yard. Why do they insist on going by mine? There are many other streets they could take...are they just egging Max on? I don't like it. Not a lot I can do about it. Max seems to be OK. He is a tough doggie. We're both much tougher that we look. Don't you know?