I worked four years at a secure facility for extreme at risk youth. Physical intervention for emergency safety response happened multiple times daily. Therapeutic crisis intervention was not verbal. We were trained to use a hierarchy of intervention, starting with lowest level first.
Sometimes, such as when ambush charged attacked, there is zero time to use a hierarchy of interventions. Twice, with a tenth of a second to spare during ambush attack, I only had less than 1.6 seconds to yank and crank when I was otherwise doomed to immediate severe body harm. Not at the secure facility for dangerous youth. On the street of the nice neighborhood. Yes.
It’s a common misunderstanding - many people think that every interaction starts at level-0 and progresses step by step. It starts where the other person/animal wants it to start, not where you expect it to.
BUT - we’re diverting this from OP’s question.
OP - is this happening during the day or night? Do you have the strength & dexterity to use strong pepper spray or a cane as a defensive weapon? A strong light that runs Anduril?
i want to move so bad. ive had people throw cigarettes at me. when i was on my bike a truck hit me and didnt even stop. there damn needles all over i doubt ther for true medical reasons. it is so scary walking lately . back in ft luaderdale was way nicer. so was cleveland oh
I love these flashlight for self defense threads.
In short, a flashlight is NOT a defensive weapon. Except when used as a club. That’s it.
For the record, I have a pit/Boxer mix. 85 pounds of pussycat. Not at all aggressive.
BUT, when I walk him at night and he manages to get the light in his eyes, he just ignores it like it is not even there. And I am talking FT-03 or E07 or L6.
So no, dogs are not impressed with lights, and raccoons don’t seem to care either.
A few weeks ago, two medium/large dog were barking vigorously at the end of their home’s driveway as my dog and I approached. We crossed to the other side of the road but one of the dogs followed us across the road. It was baring its teeth and snarling, and ignored my stentorian yell to go home. I happened to be carrying a plastic bag with my dog’s poop and swung it on the dog’s head, where it broke open. Faecally defeated, the dog slunk back to its driveway.
As part of my daily uniform gear as a meter reader, I carried a pack of jerky treats.
I had a complaint from a customer that I could not have read his meter because his dog was trained to not let anyone into his rear yard.
I set up a situation to ask the customer to remain in the house no matter what and I would enter and leave a post-it on his meter.
We and the rottie had already established our routine of treat-retreat-treat and he accompanied me every step along the poolside walkway.
Never heard anything else from it.
i have a few emenys on this street a few years ago we had a drug dealer. me and my buddy did all we can do to get them justice and they gor justice . the hall country joint task force arrested them. i dont care about weed but meth and opoids are killing are citezens
