I just realized that I am a big pussy

Why hadn't I discovered this before?

Steven and I have very different styles of dealing with our dog, Millie. Steven is firm, yet fair with her and she listens to me. I, on the other hand, treat her like a person and give her way too much space. It hasn't been much of an issue until recently.

The last few times that I have been walking Millie she has gone crazy. The first time she lunged at these cute small kids who were standing some distance away. They asked if she was a boy or a girl and what her name was. As soon as I said her name she lost her shit and bolted towards the kids (she was on a leash, so she didn't get far). Naturally, the kids screamed and ran away, presumably to tell their mother about the crazy gay dude and his sicko dog.

The next day it happened again, except this time her intended target was a cute puppy. And by puppy I'm talking about a 12-week old little guy. She ran for the puppy, teeth and gums all aflutter and literally dragged me with her. I was so embarrassed (and scraped-up). The puppy's owner was cool about the whole thing, but there is another neighbor to add to the list of people who think I have a sicko dog.

The sad part about all of this is that Millie is a very sweet dog. She just has bad manners with other dogs when I am around. I am working on being stricter with her. As Cesar Romero says: there aren't problem dogs, only problem owners. I am the poster child for problem owners.