Dateline: 2015, Q2. I was on a jog, a couple miles from home, which back then was Minneapolis, before it became the crime laden hellscape it is today. Specifically, I was on the east side of Lake Harriet, Bryant Ave, which is also a major bicycling street. Whilst jogging on that street a giant Pitbull closely passed me, pulling a 10 year old girl who had it leashed. Basically the dog was walking her; or dragging her more accurately. They both passed so close I could touch them. Didn't think twice about it other than the dog was the same size as the girl. About a minute later, the dog is circling me, no girl in sight. Wasn't seemingly aggressive, but wasn't letting me get away either. I look down the block, and there's the girl, about 10 houses away. Not sure why I did this next, but I did. When I want to, I can yell extremely loud. And that's what I did. My exact words were: "get your dog off me RIGHT! FUCKING! NOW!" The latter part was at maxim...