So I'm out walking our dog this morning. Bailey, our dog, in case you don't know, is the most non-aggressive, peace-loving canine you can imagine -- never would she ever even consider violence towards another dog or a person. Despite that, she's been attacked by other dogs on four separate occasions. Now, make that five.
So, I'm out walking our dog past this retired couple's house when out of the door comes the woman and their dog. The dog is wearing a leash, but the end that is supposed to be in the hand of the owner is trailing on the ground (I guess the small purse and tiny plastic bag she was carrying were too much for her feeble hands to also hold onto a leash).
So her dog, which looks like a mix between a giant poodle and Cujo, comes racing down her driveway (we were on the sidewalk), takes one sniff at my dog, growls and lunges for her head. At this, I start trying to play interceptor -- holding onto Bailey's leash while pushing the other dog away or getting between the two dogs -- while also trying to grab Cujo Jr.'s leash (a nice, pretty, red leash flopping uselessly around on the ground).
So I'm there, doing the Little Sambo with Two Dogs Meets the Whirling Dervishes act, and the woman is standing there just staring at the scene. Her dog is getting closer and closer to clamping down on Bailey's head with every lunge, so I say, rather exasperatedly, "Get your damned dog!" which seems to spur her into at least a mimicry of motion.
Somehow, I manage to step on her dog's leash and hold him away from Bailey, who, at this point, is wide-eyed, shaking and seems to be limping, for a few seconds so that she can grab the leash.
Then, as I turned to look at her for an apology (yes, I fully expected one), she says, completely calmly, "I'm sorry, but you don't have to use that kind of language."
What?!? My choice of words while under duress, fearing for the safety and well-being of a member of my family, is her primary concern in this situation??? Her devil-beast of a dog nearly ripped my pet's head off because she broke the law and was negligent in not holding the leash when she went outside -- none of that bothered her as much as my use of the word "damned?" I was incredulous; I didn't even say anything as she turned and led her still-lunging dog away up the sidewalk.