The Mrs. and I are visiting our daughter and her husband this weekend. We spent some time this afternoon pulling the remainder of fenceposts which snapped off during a recent tornado.
This involved removing a fence panel back in the alley so we could pull a truck in there to pull the concrete-embedded posts out with a chain.
This evening, we made an abortive attempt to go see the movie The Dark Knight. Lines were just too long. When we returned to the house, we had to let the dogs out, but Justin and I went to tack up the fence panel first.
Once done, we had to walk down to the end of the alley and back around front to get back in the house. As we approached the end of the alley, a large dog suddenly began barking and charged us. I drew my Kahr PM40 from a Don Hume OWB holster under my shirt, pointed it at the dog, and shouted, "BACK!" The dog stopped short. I heard a metallic noise, and asked Justin if the dog was chained. He said it was. (His young eyes are better than my older ones) I reholstered, and we continued on our way.
Later, in the house, Justin said, "It's kind of SCARY how fast you got your gun out."