annoyed at best

One of our best weekend walks is a trail that goes from the end of the road above us to Allen road over closer to town. About 3/4 of a mile through the woods then back through a neighborhood, along the highway, up the hill then home. It's the only long walk that doesn't involve a lot of time walking along the edge of the highway. Summer road construction means lots of trucks carrying fill and asphalt are zooming up and down the road.

I have spent the past 12 years being as responsible a dog owner as I can, keeping her on her leash if there's a chance she'll get in trouble, picking up poop if it's where other people might walk, and doing my best to keep her out of fights. When Ceilidh was younger, she was a fighter but now she's 12 or 13 years old. Enter asshat "babysitting" a pitbull. As in pathetic plea "it's not my dog, I'm babysitting" when I screeched at him because the dog had just attacked Ceilidh as we walked up the road. I fucking hate that sort of helpless crap, control the dog! This morning it happened again, but I was carring a stick just in case. I hate to hit a dog, but I'll defend mine if he won't control the one he's "babysitting" from inside the house while it runs loose.