O hell yeah. In Wichita our back-door neighbor and I shared a fence. They had a couple of big dogs. Crappy dogs. They had a little girl about 4, and when she was in the back yard the dogs would grab her by her coat sleeves and sling her around until she fell down. When she’d try to get up they’d jump on her so she couldn’t. And those people just let it happen. It was freaking nuts, man. Well, my daughter was about 4 also, and one day their little girl invited her to come play…climb over the fence. Something caught my attention…it was the dogs biting on my daughter’s pants. They had her pinned against the fence. I was able to pull her, sobbing and screaming, back over to our side of the yard. I was SOOOOO angry with them for having those kinds of dogs. I marched around the block, banged on their front door and let loose with both barrels on some guy who answered the door.
Then I went home, sat on the back deck, just trembling with rage. Well, the lady comes out of her back door, marches over to the fence and yells, “You got some kind of problem!” I’m more likely to back down in the face of that…but not in this case. I jumped up yelling “You’re damn straight I do!” and ran over to the fence and got in her face. I told her she was fucking STUPID for having those kinds of dogs and asked how she could allow them to maul her child like that!!!
SHE backed down and started crying saying “Well, one of the poor dogs was a rescue dog! Somebody tried to suffocate him when he was a baby, the poor, poor thing! He has brain damage, the poor thing!!”
I said, “So what you’re saying is your dogs are not only viscous, but they’re fuckin’ RETARDED too???? Are you CRAZY???!!!” And I turned on my heel and marched back to the house.
I won that fight. I don’t recall ever talking to her again…but I did notice that their daughter didn’t play alone in the back yard any more. Maybe I saved her life. Fuckin’ idiots.