I remember when I was conditioning Truman for his match, riding him on a bicycle through the neighborhood.

A little mutt comes tearing out after me/him, and I go ass-over-head on my bike, get all banged-up, and then quickly hold Truman over my head (who is SCREAMING and going apeshit). I say, "Lady, get your damned dog before he gets killed!", to which she says, "Well, you shouldn't own the kind of dog that would do that."

Unf-ing believable. I am like, "No lady, YOU are supposed to have control of your animal, and not let it chase after dogs that can kill it."

I don't like neighborhoods and bulldogs ... and for that matter I don't like neighbors ... only the country and bulldogs (and no neighbors) will do for me

Jack