Creepy Man: "You found Lucky!"
Creepy Man: "My dog Lucky!"
Me: "This dog? This is Claire."
Creepy Man: "Why would you find my dog and rename her?"
Me: "This isn't your dog. This is my dog. Claire."
Creepy Man: "This is Lucky."
Me: "Umm... nope."
Creepy Man: "What have you been feeding her? She got taller."
Me: "Are you being serious right now?"
At this point, Creepy Man leaned down and grabbed Claire's collar. My adrenaline kicked in and I was ready to go all Mob Wives on him. I may be small but I'm fiesty. And NO ONE touches my Claire if I don't want them to. At that point, Claire began trying to get away from him, at which point I think he realized that she was, in fact, not his dog.
Me: "How about you let go of my dog."
Creepy Man let go and backed up. [That's right, don't mess with the Italian chick!]
I turned around and started
running walking away. Very quickly.
Creepy Man: "You're sure you didn't just find this dog roaming around the neighborhood?"
Me: "I'm positive. But I'll keep an eye out for your dog."
Creepy Man: "Okay thanks. She looks just like yours."
[Really? Does she? Thanks. I think I got that.]
A few minutes later, a car pulled over to the side of the road.
Woman: "Hey, did you just find that dog?"
Me: "No, but I did find your psycho husband who tried to steal my dog from me."
[Okay. I didn't say that. But I wanted to. I really just told her that I would look for her dog while we finished our walk. But that's not nearly as exciting.]
Moral(s) of the story:
1. Don't go for walks alone in the 'hood.
2. If you are alone and see a person approaching, cross the street.
3. Carry mace around, if not for you, for the protection of your dog.
Done, done, and... done.