Maggie almost got me pepper-sprayed

Cold day walking on the beach with Maggie and Minnie... As with most dogs on our beach at this time of year Maggie was not on a leash... and she's so happy to be out there she runs around with her ears pinned back at break neck speed darting here and there....

So, she happened to cross the path of a 60 year old-looking man, reasonably fit and normal looking, about 10 yards in front of him, and he jumped back like he had seen a hungry lion or something.

"HOLD YOUR DOG! HOLD YOUR DOG!" he yelled at me.

"Are you insane? Are you really scared of a 12 pound dog?" I replied... In the meantime, Maggie was further along, chasing off seagulls, oblivious to the trouble she had caused.

"I don't want to play with her, and this is going on YOU!" he continued to yell at me as he pulled a can of pepper spray from his shorts.

"Your aim better be really good, you fricking lunatic. You spray that shite anywhere near us and you're going to have hell to pay." I knew I could take the motherfricker.

"This will be on YOU!" he said... I wasn't sure this time if he meant that I would be the party to blame, or if the pepper spray would literally be on me, or both.

"You've made your point. Now shut the frick up." At that point, he shut the frick up and continued his walk, as did we, all in the same direction.

I got a bit of revenge along the way... I called out to other people with dogs "watch out for that psychopath. He wants to pepper spray your dog!" He was seething, I could see, but didn't make the mistake of spraying anybody. After about twenty minutes he wandered off the beach, and Maggie and Minnie and I paused to thank him silently for an experience.