So, I have these neighbors. The ones that were shooting the bottle rockets off for days on end. From their roof. The ones who shared the one's breakup with his girlfriend with the neighborhood. These same neighbors have 3 dogs. 2 belong to the 'nice' one. I say that because he is nice to the dogs - very gentle with them. The other neighbor needs to be taken out. The 2 dogs the 'nice' one has are Airedales. Beautiful dogs. Sweet dogs, fortunately. Their names are Bowser and Guiness. The entire neighborhood knows their names. Not because they wear nametags or because they were introduced by their owners - who don't seem to associate with the neighbors. But, because Bowser and Guiness are always just let out and allowed to roam and then the guy stands outside calling them. Repeatedly. Daily. "Come on, boy. Wanna treat? Come on, Bowser. Come on, Guiness. Hungry? Good boys. Come on. Bowser. Guiness. Come on, boys. Wanna treat?" Sometimes it takes a while for the dogs to decide to go back home. So, I just took my dogs, Jewel and Buster, out. I don't have to put them on tie-outs because they don't take off. Well, Buster has started to wander a bit, but when I call him and walk over to him and he lays down in the grass. He was put on the tie-out earlier. Really didn't like it. He didn't run off after that today. Anyway, I take the dogs out. As soon as we get on the patio, we hear this ferocious barking. Now, I know the Airedale's aren't aggressive, but a dog's excited bark sounds that way. Then I hear this clammering and hear comes Guiness. I grabbed a hold of Jewel's collar just so she wouldn't take off. I tried to grab Guiness' collar, but - surprise, surprise - there wasn't one. I was trying to grab ahold of Buster's harness, but he was too busy going on the attack (guess he forgets that he's 5.7 pounds) and then literally screaming as if he's being killed when Guiness walks around him. I mean screaming. No other way to describe it. Guiness wasn't at all aggressive, but obviously Buster was beyond freaking out. As Guiness got loose, his owner is calling him. Then he goes back in the house. So, I'm down on the patio, holding on to Jewel, trying to grab ahold of Guiness, then Buster so Buster doesn't start something, **** off Guiness and get squashed in one chomp. Did I mention I'm not really fond of these neighbors? So, here it is, 9:30 at night and I'm yelling - very loudly - across the neighborhood - "COME GET YOUR DOG!!!" About 3 or 4 times. It echoed. This whole time Buster is screaming like he's being tortured and this guy saunters out of his house and saunters around the fence, through the bushes and into my yard like he has all the time in the world while I'm trying to keep Buster from getting himself killed and trying to keep Jewel from running off. He finally makes it over and I let him know that I tried to catch him, but that he didn't have a damn collar on and that he NEEDS to get his dog. NOW. And Guiness was in no hurry to go home. Then as I'm holding Buster and Guiness is still evading his owner, Guiness makes his way over to me and Buster snarls and goes on the attack and I'm thinking, oh, hell, I'm going to be in the middle of a dog fight. I was NOT happy as in my squating position I was literally nose to nose with Guiness. This guy didn't offer one bit to help me try to get my dogs out of the way so he could catch his. I couldn't move without letting one go. His dog was all over the place. I believe this is where I stop being nice. I'm also pretty sure the entire neighborhood recognizes my voice now.