I lived for a year or two in Providence, Rhode Island, famous for its gangsters and its thug culture.. . . Not long ago some little git egged my place because my wife told him to put his dog on a lead.
Revenge is best served cold.
A friend had a story about her mom walking the dog. As she was passing a front porch full of little kids, one of them threw a bottle in the street. Mom pointed to the broken glass and said, "Come down here and clean that up."
One of the kids, a girl about five, said, "Do you like your dog?"
Mom said she did.
The girl said, "Then shut up!"
Folks can be be pretty touchy, can't they?