One of the best parts about sub-rural living is my 1.25 acres is big enough that I never “have to” walk our dogs.
One of the worst things is all the bumbfuck toothless dipshits that can't keep their dogs contained, and the inordinate number if dioshits that seem to prefer horepse-sized dogs. Wife was bitten a few years back and when she called ACC and they took the report they told her the dog’s name was “precious” no shit. Daughter got attacked (still some debate as to whether or not bitten based on wounds) and knocked off her bike. Lady of the house actually got mad at wife and kids for riding past house (”oh, he just doesn't like bikes”) neighbor’s 200+ lbs Cane Corso got over his fence and into our yard, with my kids and two of their friends terrified hiding on the trampoline (only time I was happy to have that stupid screen around the trampoline). To this day I regret not putting a load of buckshot in that dog but didn't want to send the friends home traumatized.
So when we are out in the neighborhood, I have a gun. And I am equally concerned about the resultant confrontation with the dog’s owner after a potential dusting as I am about the dog itself, so I choose my caliber and capacity accordingly. We also have a txball bat that raised withnusmimnthengolf cart when we are out for rides.
Every repeat walker I see in outpr neighborhood has either a “walking stick”, golf club, or fanny pack. If I couldn't take the gun I would damn sure have a walking stick.
Fuck a knife.