Couldn't really think of a place to put this, but I suppose it is a Sighting in a way because it definately involves sighting and experiencing Suck 
I love animals. I really like dogs. Want one, but I can't afford one. I used to be timid of them but my fiance's dad's rottweiler was the sweetest dog you could ever meet and she made me confident around bigger dogs. I could put my arms around her and hug her like a BFF :P
We have a LOT of dogs in my area and my route to work takes me directly through a popular pedestrian/dog-walking area. I have encountered many dogs in the past...some awesome. Some not. On one hand you have the show-dog rottweiler who was beautiful and calm and nuzzled me for pets, and the wolf-dog (so the guy claims- he was bigger than any dog I'd ever seen and did have gold eyes) and nuzzled my hip gently. Then you have the other side. I've been stormed at by a vicious and bad-tempered Chinese Hairless Crested Dog who seems to be a cross between Napolean and Michael Myers- its small and can't jump very far, but it wants to attack people and its owners just tell everyone unfortunate enough to encounter it to ignore it (and don't leash it). I was nearly bitten by a pyscho spaniel who suddenly turned on me as I walked past, and I was actually bitten by a playful but undisciplined Alsatian (German Shepherd) who jumped on me in play and playfully bit my hand. It hurt a fair bit because she hit my thumb joint and she covered me in her own faeces- her teenage handler couldn't control her. And then there's Bella, a very friendly staffy who doesn't listen to anyone. She has gotten mud all over my work trousers on numerous occassions because her chav owner insists that she "only wants to play!" and never puts her on a leash. Its a shame because (other than the fact my winter coat is dry-clean only -_-) Bella is clearly a lovely dog, but poorly trained.
Oh the suck lies with the owners of course. I'm not one of these people who wants certain breeds put down or hates animals, I want animals more than I want children! But I am very nervous of strange dogs, more so now, due to the following story.
(Oh another note- I never touch a strange dog without permission. Just something I learned as a kid- if the owner says you can stroke the dog, then that's cool. I even stroked the wolfdog because he was very nice and his owner assured me it was safe and he had control of him. Anytime I've been glomped, bounced on, or even attacked, it was not when I attempted to touch the animal).
A few weeks back I was taking my usual route to work when, as I crossed the little green area, a huge black dog started bounding towards me. I would guess it was an overweight black labrador, possibly a mix with something heftier. It ran at me, barking at me aggressively, and NOT wagging its tail. As someone who is a little anxious at the best of times (I'm currently on a waiting list for anxiety therapy), this scared me. The old man walking the dog yelled at me not to worry, but made no other attempt to stop or call the dog off. As it got within 10 feet of me, I held out my hands flat and said "NO".
(This never works on Bella. She thinks this mean YAY HUGS
)
Black lab stopped just shy of 6 feet from me, looked at me suspiciously and then resumed barking. I decided to just carry on walking. The owner and his wife (who was walking a Yorkie) caught up by this point (but only because their path took them that way, as I say, he made no real effort to ease the situation). I was very anxious. The dog was still barking at me as I walked away.
"Don't worry about him, he won't hurtcher."
He was not calming his dog, but I could see he held a leash in his hand. So I said "Would you please put your dog back on the leash, he's making me very nervous."
I actually think he heard me because when he said "WHAT, I CAN'T HEAR YOU?" he sounded aggressive even then. I repeated what I said.
Him: Why should I?
Me: Because he's barking at me and he's making me very uncomfortable.
Him: Oh come orf it, I just told you he won't hutcher.
Me: And I appreciate that but I don't know your dog-
Him: I know my dog
Me: Yes you do, but I don't trust strange dogs-
Him: I KNOW MY DOG!
Me: Yes, and I do appreciate that, but to me he is a strange dog and I can't be sure of how he's going to react and he's scaring me.
(By this point, the dog had now calmed down, but not for long...)
Him: And I just told you I know my dog, so you're just going to have to trust me, aren't you!
Me: (Now getting angry) Well I don't see how I can.
Maybe that was mean, but up until now I had been very polite and respectful, he was much older than me after all, and all he had done was snap at me and dismiss my anxieties.
Him: Well thats your problem.
Me: Its your problem, its your dog. You know in some places you have to be liscenced to even own a dog and its reasonable to ask you put him on a leash when he's scaring-
Him: OH SHUT UP YOU STUPID WOMAN, WHAT DO YOU KNOW.
Yes he was shouting.
Me: What!?
Him: YOU HEARD ME, YOU STUPID WOMAN, PISS OFF, YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING, SHUT YOUR MOUTH.
Now the dog is barking at me again because his owner is riled up. Keep in mind that througout this exchange I had continued to walk my route as I was going to work. I was actively walking away even when the exchange became argumentative, a combination of not knowing if this dog was going to chase me or not and the fact this old c*nt was hurling abuse at me (PISS OFF YOU STUPID OLD WOMAN AND SHUT YER MOUTH!), I was very upset. I ended up crying and shaking and I had to phone my mum because I didn't know what else to do. My manager was nice to me and let me calm down when I got into work.
I'm now scared everytime I see a dog off a leash.
And today I saw the old man again. The hellhound was on a harness this time, but as we passed in an alley, I had to walk right by him. He didn't say anything, but I have never seen such a HATEFUL look on a man's face. You'd think I'd tried to attack his dog and not the other way round! I really wished I could say something witty to him, something scathing and black, but not just hurling swear words, but I was too scared. I was more shaken up by him than the dog but I'm now scared of dogs.
In all honesty? I hope he dies a painful death and is eaten by his wicked dog before they find his wretched corpse

I love animals. I really like dogs. Want one, but I can't afford one. I used to be timid of them but my fiance's dad's rottweiler was the sweetest dog you could ever meet and she made me confident around bigger dogs. I could put my arms around her and hug her like a BFF :P
We have a LOT of dogs in my area and my route to work takes me directly through a popular pedestrian/dog-walking area. I have encountered many dogs in the past...some awesome. Some not. On one hand you have the show-dog rottweiler who was beautiful and calm and nuzzled me for pets, and the wolf-dog (so the guy claims- he was bigger than any dog I'd ever seen and did have gold eyes) and nuzzled my hip gently. Then you have the other side. I've been stormed at by a vicious and bad-tempered Chinese Hairless Crested Dog who seems to be a cross between Napolean and Michael Myers- its small and can't jump very far, but it wants to attack people and its owners just tell everyone unfortunate enough to encounter it to ignore it (and don't leash it). I was nearly bitten by a pyscho spaniel who suddenly turned on me as I walked past, and I was actually bitten by a playful but undisciplined Alsatian (German Shepherd) who jumped on me in play and playfully bit my hand. It hurt a fair bit because she hit my thumb joint and she covered me in her own faeces- her teenage handler couldn't control her. And then there's Bella, a very friendly staffy who doesn't listen to anyone. She has gotten mud all over my work trousers on numerous occassions because her chav owner insists that she "only wants to play!" and never puts her on a leash. Its a shame because (other than the fact my winter coat is dry-clean only -_-) Bella is clearly a lovely dog, but poorly trained.
Oh the suck lies with the owners of course. I'm not one of these people who wants certain breeds put down or hates animals, I want animals more than I want children! But I am very nervous of strange dogs, more so now, due to the following story.
(Oh another note- I never touch a strange dog without permission. Just something I learned as a kid- if the owner says you can stroke the dog, then that's cool. I even stroked the wolfdog because he was very nice and his owner assured me it was safe and he had control of him. Anytime I've been glomped, bounced on, or even attacked, it was not when I attempted to touch the animal).
A few weeks back I was taking my usual route to work when, as I crossed the little green area, a huge black dog started bounding towards me. I would guess it was an overweight black labrador, possibly a mix with something heftier. It ran at me, barking at me aggressively, and NOT wagging its tail. As someone who is a little anxious at the best of times (I'm currently on a waiting list for anxiety therapy), this scared me. The old man walking the dog yelled at me not to worry, but made no other attempt to stop or call the dog off. As it got within 10 feet of me, I held out my hands flat and said "NO".
(This never works on Bella. She thinks this mean YAY HUGS
)Black lab stopped just shy of 6 feet from me, looked at me suspiciously and then resumed barking. I decided to just carry on walking. The owner and his wife (who was walking a Yorkie) caught up by this point (but only because their path took them that way, as I say, he made no real effort to ease the situation). I was very anxious. The dog was still barking at me as I walked away.
"Don't worry about him, he won't hurtcher."
He was not calming his dog, but I could see he held a leash in his hand. So I said "Would you please put your dog back on the leash, he's making me very nervous."
I actually think he heard me because when he said "WHAT, I CAN'T HEAR YOU?" he sounded aggressive even then. I repeated what I said.
Him: Why should I?
Me: Because he's barking at me and he's making me very uncomfortable.
Him: Oh come orf it, I just told you he won't hutcher.
Me: And I appreciate that but I don't know your dog-
Him: I know my dog
Me: Yes you do, but I don't trust strange dogs-
Him: I KNOW MY DOG!
Me: Yes, and I do appreciate that, but to me he is a strange dog and I can't be sure of how he's going to react and he's scaring me.
(By this point, the dog had now calmed down, but not for long...)
Him: And I just told you I know my dog, so you're just going to have to trust me, aren't you!
Me: (Now getting angry) Well I don't see how I can.
Maybe that was mean, but up until now I had been very polite and respectful, he was much older than me after all, and all he had done was snap at me and dismiss my anxieties.
Him: Well thats your problem.
Me: Its your problem, its your dog. You know in some places you have to be liscenced to even own a dog and its reasonable to ask you put him on a leash when he's scaring-
Him: OH SHUT UP YOU STUPID WOMAN, WHAT DO YOU KNOW.
Yes he was shouting.
Me: What!?
Him: YOU HEARD ME, YOU STUPID WOMAN, PISS OFF, YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING, SHUT YOUR MOUTH.
Now the dog is barking at me again because his owner is riled up. Keep in mind that througout this exchange I had continued to walk my route as I was going to work. I was actively walking away even when the exchange became argumentative, a combination of not knowing if this dog was going to chase me or not and the fact this old c*nt was hurling abuse at me (PISS OFF YOU STUPID OLD WOMAN AND SHUT YER MOUTH!), I was very upset. I ended up crying and shaking and I had to phone my mum because I didn't know what else to do. My manager was nice to me and let me calm down when I got into work.
I'm now scared everytime I see a dog off a leash.
And today I saw the old man again. The hellhound was on a harness this time, but as we passed in an alley, I had to walk right by him. He didn't say anything, but I have never seen such a HATEFUL look on a man's face. You'd think I'd tried to attack his dog and not the other way round! I really wished I could say something witty to him, something scathing and black, but not just hurling swear words, but I was too scared. I was more shaken up by him than the dog but I'm now scared of dogs.
In all honesty? I hope he dies a painful death and is eaten by his wicked dog before they find his wretched corpse

That doesn't happen too often so I enjoy when it does. 

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