Before moving to Florida, I used to walk every evening and there was a family down the street with an aggressive white dog named Blizzard. They let it run loose and it would come into the street and bare its teeth at me. I had many words with the owner who tried to tell me how to behave around the dog. I told him in colorful terms that it is his behavior and the dog's behavior that needs modifying, not mine. I had the law go talk to them several times but it didn't help. I finally decided to pepper spray the mutt. He never came at me again after I hosed him, and I got some lagniappe when the owner tried to comfort the dog and got pepper spray all over himself while hugging the dog.
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