Last night, I wasn’t feeling particularly great, so the wife took the salmonella hound out for his normal evening constitutional. She came back to tell me she had had an uncomfortable moment on the trek to the post box, when they had come across a roaming loaded gun bull terrier.

Not exactly what one wants to stumble upon 10:30 at night, off a leash. Fortunately, nothing came of it. The dog exchanged sniffs with ours, and then strolled off in another direction.

Seconds later, a 20ish guy on a bike appeared from around a corner, cycling after it on the empty street. He sped by the wife, joined suddenly by a girl who came running around another corner. Both were calling to the dog, to try to get it to come to them, “Slasher! Slasher!”