Please Leave My Yard

I haven't had a dog since my little dog Shoebox. I was 12. I am learning anew about dogs and dog behavior. Some of it is instinctual, some of it is learned. We are on a steep learning curve with Blossom. I therefore was not unreceptive to the neighbor's suggestions, upon encountering him and his little dog on a walk around the neighborhood, about how to control and teach my dog. Some of it was very good advice. And Blossom was trying to mount his dog at the time, so he probably had the right of way there.

Fast forward three days. A cold front had blown in overnight in Austin. I was taking the girls to Kindergarten and we had just walked out to go to the car. The girls had long-sleeve shirts on but no coats. My mind was just starting to form the thought, "Hey, it's cold out here. Perhaps I need to go back in and get their coats." Neighbor guy walks by with his little, prissy, curly-tailed, perfect little dog. My girls have met this dog and went over to pet him.

Neighbor guy looks at me and says, "You know it's not going to warm up today."
I reply, "Really?"
Neighbor guy, "They probably need coats."
Me (what I wish I said) "Get off my yard and out of my business, you freaky, dog-dominating, know-it-all ass-face."
Me (what I actually said) "Hmmm."
Me (what I'll say next time he tells me what to do about my kids) "Blossom, sic 'em!"