OMG, you hit a major raw nerve!
There are no dangerous stray dogs in my nice, single family residential neighborhood in Prescott. All of the loose dogs are not strays, they are owned. None of the loose dogs are unowned by someone.
While walking over 12,500 miles in a little over five years, at 210 miles per month, seven miles per day, I have Never been immediately threatened by more than a few coyotes that have seen me and totally ignored me. Same with any other animal, bird, mammal or reptile.
Just three of the 70 loose dogs that I have chance encountered loose on the street, without owners' presence. 80% of those loose dogs were friendly or totally inert, completely ignoring me. 16% of those loose dogs were somewhat menacing towards me. I define "somewhat menacing" as one or two of the following three threat parameters: Way too fast, way too close, and/or way too furious. Directed directly at me.
Why 16%? Such a so very non-round, so very precise number. Because that is the result after subtracting 4%, three loose dogs that I was forced to stop, of the total of 70 loose dogs, that were all three of the three threat parameters at the same time, that is, they immediately threatened me with immediate body harm.
I shot two of my furry, bare fanged, snarling attackers with one tenth of a second to spare the first time, and on-thirtieth of a second to spare the second time, and I pepper sprayed the third one with one tenth of a second to spare the third time. The pepper spray case was recorded on iPhone video/audio. The pepper spray has a range of 15 feet, and the snarling/growling border collie took a full 51 grams of Ruger/Sabre can of pepper gel stream spray directly on its face for one half of a second as it directly charged me, snarling and growling.
On another (fourth) occasion, the Supervisor of Prescott Police Animal Control directly, in her vehicle, almost ran over a queensland heeler that I was about to shoot as I jumped onto a curbside electrical junction box to get away from it as it was in the final roll of its direct attack roll. 16 billion years of cosmic evolution, four things converged at the same time at the same place: Me, the queensland heeler, the electrical junction box, and the Supervisor of Prescott animal control in her SUV.
All of these incidents involved non-small dogs. They were standard size. German Shepherd, queensland heeler, border collie, and another queensland heeler.
On another (fifth) occasion, that was strictly verbal, Judge Glenn Savona ruled quote: "Mr. Buffalin does have the right to shoot a small dog that is immediately threatening to bite his ankles, and he has the right to shoot a small dog that is immediately biting his ankles. Therefore, he has the right to inform his neighbors that he has these rights. I have an issue with witness credibility. Judgement for the defendant. "
The 13 year police Sergeant and the lying ass dog owner both lied through their teeth to charge me with verbal disorderly conduct. The judge was able to tell that they were sacks of sh~t.
Anyone can google the Prescott Prosecutors' phone number, call them and ask them if they still have massive egg all over their face from loosing the "Buffalins' Ankles" case.
I wear a GoPro camera seven miles every day. The at-large dog offenders are receiving lots of $124 tickets all of a sudden, since I started wearing the camera.
The next one to immediately threaten me will be splattered all over national evening news.
I have to put up with agents from hell until I get to heaven.