Storytime: Butter Barge Fails to Control Animal So, I'm out for my run.  On mile #4 or so (6K for those who refuse to use Freedom Units), and I've got my earbuds in.  Thankfully, I turned them down a bit, because I was running on the road for a segment, and hadn't turned them back up. So, coming down a residential, I see two butter barges grunting to each other.  There was a dog lying at their feet, and it looked like it was leashed.  Sadly, it was not.  It would have been hilarious if the dog bolted, and took the butterbeast down.  The dog saw me run past, and bolted. Shit.  Unleashed. I hear the dog giving me chase, and I stopped, turned on my heel, and gave it a sharp "NO!"  The dog stopped dead in it's tracks, but kept barking and growling.  I yell over to the sofabisons,"Hey, you want to get your fucking dog?" The reply,"What does it look like I'm doing?", as it trundles along.  "Not moving fast enough.  Step it up, you might lose a half pound...  If your dog bites me, I'd own your fucking house, FWIW." After it got a hold of the collar, I took off.  It was mumbling something, it's voice muted due to the fat drippings, and I couldn't understand it.  Thankfully, the dog was smaller, and not expecting it's prey to turn and challenge it.  Our city doesn't play around with dogs who bite people:  It, sadly, would've been put down due to eatbeast's negligence. Yet another reason fatties shouldn't own dogs.  The sheer notion that they are responsible for that animal completely escapes them.