Thought I'd take Lucky for a nice, quiet night time walk and what happens? An *ss of a man saunters along, hands full of bags with his dog running ahead offlead next to a road. Well his dog spots Lucky and immediately runs at us, right out into the road. I instinctively pick Lucky up (maybe not the "right" thing to do but after past experiences of *sshole owners and their *sshole dogs I'm not risking it). The man just laughs, doesn't even occur to him that his dog could have been killed by a car. I guess his tiny brain couldn't see the connection with roads and cars. I can see myself going out at 1am before long, even then I bet I'd bump into someone ... and I know dogs aren't *ssholes, I just get fed up of them scaring the crap out of me.