My favourite daily walk takes me into the local woods. By far the majority of other walkers are exercising their dogs. The dogs are, often, big bruisers: hefty black labradors; big beefy boxers. I used to live in a hillfarming area where all dogs were kept on a tight leash. They could be summarily shot for sheep worrying. However, the dogs being exercised in my local woods can worry other walkers such as myself with impunity because, in this society, people are considered to be less important than sheep.
A well trained dog should pass other walkers and totally ignore them. Badly trained dogs behave differently. Some approach and sniff me, sometimes covering my clothes in thick strings of filthy drool. Some dogs appraoch and start to bark at me. Sometimes the owner says "I'm sorry" while makintg no attempt whatsoever to restrain the animal. (The owner is clearly not as nice as s/he is pretending to be, for anyone who was geniunely concerned about the dog's behaviour would not let them bark at a passerby in the first place.) Once I was mobbed by four Irish wolfhounds. One was growling at me and had it's hackles up. I tried to fend off the pack with a stick.
We live in a society where people have, basically, rolled over and died. People accept all sorts of abuses from government, from the police, from business and from other citizens without complaint. Often this unwillingness is for fear of the consequences. In fact, political correctness ensures that even our language is being stripped bare of words that indicate anger, complaint or protest. Thus people are loosing the willingness and ability to protest and are being actively deprived of the means to do so. To loose this ability, to accept this abuse, is to loose all self-respect.
My most recent abuse at the hands of an owner of a dangerous dog featured a black labrador. It approached over the brow of a hill with no owner in sight. As usual, I ignored the animal. Actually, i was in a bit of a dwam, thinking about my next piece of writing. My thoughts were most unpleasantly interrupted when this dog began to barking and growling viciously. The owner came into view. She walked past me, her dog snapping at my ankles, growling and barking ferociously, with hackles up, and did absolutely nothing to haul in her dangerous pet. She walked past me without a word. I was not on this ocassion lost for words of protest, for on the spur of the moment I roared at her: Keep your fucking dog under control, why don't you?!!!!!
In the first instance, giving vent to my spleen on being so abused made me feel better. It got rid of toxins that if allowed to build up would make me ill.
Also, I had been practicing ways of dealing with owners and their dangerous dogs. The use of the expletive was pre-meditated. People who are deaf, such as owners of dangerous dogs, need to be shouted at before (in this case literally) before they will pay any attention at all. And this dog owner did hear me - my tone if not my actual words. The next time we had a woodland encounter she saw me approaching, did a quick about turn, and retreated rapidly ahead of me, clutching her dog by the collar.