Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I'm home.

Awaiting rabies shots.

Unconscionable nitwits!

Edit:

Er, to explain that a bit now that I've slightly calmed down.

It seems there's a dogfighting group in the area.

It seems somebody involved reported a rabies case.

It seems somebody whose dog had fought that one decided the thing to do was dispose of his dog by crating it up (too small a crate) and dropping it off at the animal shelter. Without, by the way, so much as mentioning there might be a problem of disease.

There was pretty obviously something wrong with the poor thing, but at first it was none too clear exactly what. Then... he broke the crate and got out, and went straight for Tony. And the owner started screeching about rabies....

I tore the dog's throat out.

Then I went and stood between the owner and his truck while they called the police.

Submissive urination was about the right language at the time, but a bad idea when wearing clothes.

He never did go for the truck or try to run.