Horrid

Pixie's behavior this morning could only be described as horrid. As I lovingly took her on a walk this freezing cold morning, I paused to procure some poopy bags just outside the greenbelt, and her leash slipped from my hand. She took this as a cue to become the worst version of herself imaginable. As you might expect, two seconds before and for the rest of the entire walk leading up to this moment, there was not a soul in sight. At this moment though, appearing in universe-conspiring-unison, was an old-ish man jogging towards us, a woman walking a dog right across from us, and a group of people walking a dog just down the block. Now, when Pixie gets loose and frenzied, the last thing we want is a dog coming towards us. When she chances the opportunity to flee when she knows she's not supposed to, the power goes to her head and she likes to attack anything she can see. Well, she might have tried to attack the huge lab loping our way, except that Jogging Man decided to "help" me and try and scare her back to me as I chased her down the street, bellowing threats and consequences. He ran at her with his arms swinging down like a gorilla, helpfully making loud noises and attempting to corral her and generally looking like quite the loony fellow. Everything was happening too quickly for me to tell him to stop- because he looked both crazy AND aggressive to her, neither of which quality she does well with, I knew this wouldn't be good. She started hysterically barking at and charging him; they would both charge towards each other, I would lunge towards her, and she would try to decapitate him but without getting too close. She really wanted to kill him. And he kept lunging at her like a monkey. She's never bitten anyone, but even I would've bitten him if I were her. The only thing distracting her from this was the approaching dog and she couldn't quite make up her mind if she wanted to attack the dog or rid the world of the crazy man, so her game was off. After my twentieth attempt to snatch up her leash I finally was able to, scraping my hand painfully on the street (we were in the middle of the street) and when I looked up, no less than ten people were all around me to witness the entire charming event.

"Thanks! Bye!" I called brightly, not meeting anyone's eye and hurrying away like nothing was embarrassing at all.