A friend of mine, sat on a beach having a picnic with her granddaughter one sunny spring morning. A large dog, off lead, ran over to them, cocked his leg and peed on my friends back. Idiot owner ran up and laughed and said it was because she and her granddaughter were on its territory.
It happened to be a "no dogs" area of the beach. That's why they chose it.
Friends response was, apparently, unprintable.
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother


