As soon as I was done making my post located immediately above this post, I exited the office and proceeded on a lah tee dah basis to do my first of three daily two mile walks in my nice, quiet single family neighborhood. Twenty-seven (27) minutes after the time stamp on my post above, ten blocks from my office, a medium size dog runs full across the street to 12 inches from my ankle to overtly and energetically and agitatedly register its manifest displeasure at my ankle suddenly being one quarter of one tenth of a second from its gnashing teeth. The nice lady at 1707 or 1719 Chestnut Drive hurried across the street to nervously scoop up her canine threat. Rounded off to the nearest reasonable fraction of an inch/nearest reasonable fraction of a second, it came within zero inches/I came within zero seconds of clearing leather and stopping the threat. I explained to the nice lady and local police that I have only one ankle to support a full one-half of my body for the rest of my life, and I will defend it to prevent any injury to it or to any proximal or distal portion of my body; no matter how unimportant they think that portion of my body is to them. By the way, when I phoned the police, the desk person could not hear me due to strong wind. She repeated this three times while I was attempting to phone in my report. I blurted out "That is why I don't carry pepper spray."