Many years ago I lived in the small northern town Fort Saint James, BC. Easy lumbermill money but not much night life. On weekends, it was customary for some of us to head 40 miles south to Vanderhoof where the females were a bit more feminine and the bars stayed open later.
Every time I went with a certain friend, there was one house we'd walk by where a small yapping dog would charge furiously at us, snapping at our legs.
Anyone who knows about small yapping dogs knows there's little you can do to stop this. Yelling at the owner did no good at all.
Well, after several weeks of this, we again walked by this same house and this friend quickly reached down, grabbed the small yapping dog by the back of the neck, and screamed in it's face for several seconds. appropriate payback I thought to myself.
What came next surprised me but I can't really say it upset or shocked me.
He reached down to his side, pulled out a buck knife, cut the small yapping dogs throat and threw it back in it's yard.
Showing just a bit of satisfaction, he looked back at me waiting for a response I guess.
I just nodded and we continued on our way, never again bothered by small yapping dogs.
Moral of the story? Too deep for words.
But in simple terms- if you like to yap uncontrollably, maybe you'd better learn to maneuver and run away a bit faster when someone's had enough.