SIGdude
Regular Member
I was getting ready for work a little bit ago, and thus, was not wearing pants appropriate for supporting the weight of a pistol. I went out onto my front porch, my wife was working in our garden. She suddenly yells and points to the road in front of our house (we live on the busiest road in town, which is actually just highway 33 through the middle of our city) There is a dog running accross the street. Traffic stops and a woman and my wife run out there and coax it into our yard.
I tell them to put it in our fence so they can keep it controlled, it was pretty scared and flighty. So then the next door neighbor girl comes over, along with the husband of the woman that helped my wife with the dog. Across the road I and through the parking lot I can see a guy walking towards us, I figured it was his. So I start walking into the front door of my house so I can walk through to the back door and into the pen to get the dog, that way I won't risk opening the gate and the little guy getting out again.
I'm almost through to the back when I hear the guy start screaming at my wife to "stop being a F***** B**** and give him his F***** dog." So naturally I burst out my back door to confront him about it, and my two little dogs run out. Naturally my wife starts freaking out because now, god forbid, the dogs are in the same pen together. (I have a shihtzu-poodle and a Cocker-poodle mix, both between 15 and 20 pounds; the dog we got from the road was about a 20 lb beagle.) They are barking at each other and she is now screaming at me to stop them and break it up.
I walk over to the dog and gingerly pick him up, and start to hand him to the owner. The owner grabs -just- the collar, no scruff, and yanks him out of my hands and walks away, jerking his dog's neck while doing it. Then my wife starts yelling at me for not being there to protect her and for just letting him get away with that. Apparently she would have preferred seeing me off to jail instead of work.
This gentleman lives in a traditionally low-income duplex that has a constant throughput of criminals and unsavories. Baggy cargo pants hanging halfway off his ass, no shirt, his toddlers running around barefoot in the parking lot unsupervised. That kind of guy. My wife even admitted that had I been out there and confronted him about how he was talking to her, he would have tried to hit me. "Well had my dad been here he wouldn't have let that guy get 3 words in edgewise." Great, your dad isn't here, and thus is not in the patty wagon on the way to lockup for peacing some punk out.
Then the guy walked the dog back to his place, put it in the house and sat on his porch and watched my wife do yardwork for 20 minutes. She's mad I didn't go yell at him or something. It isn't a crime to face north on your patio 300 feet away from someone doing yardwork. I dunno, I get she was scared, but it seems inappropriate to have it be taken out on me.
Had I been dressed, I'd have had the gun on, and I would imagine the whole encounter would have gone much more pleasantly; but I didn't, because ripped out pajama pants can't support my holster, let alone my gun. I don't think I would have even needed to motion or make mention of it. It cools people out, and sadly the first time I really could have used it was one of the few times I couldn't wear it.
I tell them to put it in our fence so they can keep it controlled, it was pretty scared and flighty. So then the next door neighbor girl comes over, along with the husband of the woman that helped my wife with the dog. Across the road I and through the parking lot I can see a guy walking towards us, I figured it was his. So I start walking into the front door of my house so I can walk through to the back door and into the pen to get the dog, that way I won't risk opening the gate and the little guy getting out again.
I'm almost through to the back when I hear the guy start screaming at my wife to "stop being a F***** B**** and give him his F***** dog." So naturally I burst out my back door to confront him about it, and my two little dogs run out. Naturally my wife starts freaking out because now, god forbid, the dogs are in the same pen together. (I have a shihtzu-poodle and a Cocker-poodle mix, both between 15 and 20 pounds; the dog we got from the road was about a 20 lb beagle.) They are barking at each other and she is now screaming at me to stop them and break it up.
I walk over to the dog and gingerly pick him up, and start to hand him to the owner. The owner grabs -just- the collar, no scruff, and yanks him out of my hands and walks away, jerking his dog's neck while doing it. Then my wife starts yelling at me for not being there to protect her and for just letting him get away with that. Apparently she would have preferred seeing me off to jail instead of work.
This gentleman lives in a traditionally low-income duplex that has a constant throughput of criminals and unsavories. Baggy cargo pants hanging halfway off his ass, no shirt, his toddlers running around barefoot in the parking lot unsupervised. That kind of guy. My wife even admitted that had I been out there and confronted him about how he was talking to her, he would have tried to hit me. "Well had my dad been here he wouldn't have let that guy get 3 words in edgewise." Great, your dad isn't here, and thus is not in the patty wagon on the way to lockup for peacing some punk out.
Then the guy walked the dog back to his place, put it in the house and sat on his porch and watched my wife do yardwork for 20 minutes. She's mad I didn't go yell at him or something. It isn't a crime to face north on your patio 300 feet away from someone doing yardwork. I dunno, I get she was scared, but it seems inappropriate to have it be taken out on me.
Had I been dressed, I'd have had the gun on, and I would imagine the whole encounter would have gone much more pleasantly; but I didn't, because ripped out pajama pants can't support my holster, let alone my gun. I don't think I would have even needed to motion or make mention of it. It cools people out, and sadly the first time I really could have used it was one of the few times I couldn't wear it.
