Related to what I just reblogged, I have to share this because I’m still baffled (and angry):
Took Kermit out to do some rabbiting in our usual area, a few hours later than I normally do. At that time of day, I occasionally run into other dogwalkers, which is not normally a problem.
A guy and his girlfriend were biking on the levee above us, and their bully mix started trotting down to where Kermit and I were in the field. I picked Kermit up and called, “Please call your dog!” The guy responded, “She’s friendly!” And I said, “My dog is small, please call your dog!”
There was a pause, then the guy dropped his voice an octave and said, “No. I’m not going to call my dog. You’re an idiot. Put your dog down. My dog is friendly.”
The interaction went downhill from there. We went back and forth a few times, with him continuing to call me stupid and refusing to call his dog, and praising his dog whenever it got closer to me (it was interested in Kermit, not acting aggressive, but was also a 60 pound bully mix so I was not going to let that interaction happen). I finally told him to fuck himself and started walking back to my car.
My car was not close, and the guy screamed at me the entire time. Calling me names, calling me stupid, mocking me for being afraid of his scary attack dog. Commanding me to stop and come back and put my dog down. His dog followed me all the way back to my car; I yelled at it once when it got too close to me. I put Kermit in my car, put my hands on my hips, and stared at the guy until he finally stopped screaming at me, called his dog, and biked off. His girlfriend was dead silent the entire time.
I have had all manner of reactions to me asking someone to call/leash their dog, but this is the first time someone tried to turn it into a power play. I think what made me a target was a) I’m female, b) I didn’t immediately comply to his orders, and c) my dog is small.
In this particular case I don’t think pepper spray or kicking the dog would have been the correct answer. When I disengaged the guy was content to stay on top of the levee and cuss me out from there. If I’d touched his dog, he probably would have come down to engage with me personally. We were remote enough that the only other person present was his girlfriend. The speed that he escalated in response to a reasonable request, and how comfortable he felt ordering me around, really worried me.
This is the worst/most aggressive response I have ever dealt with. And I think it would have gone differently if I’d had Bindi (a large aggressive dog) or been a man. He would have respected me more. Instead he felt the need to put me in my place.