I love that my mind put a plaid shirt on this guy and even made him a guy. I have no clue who put that garbage there. This is how the mind works; it fills in the blanks of a story. The story is just a story though.
The only truths this morning were me walking on a road and my dog getting into something I did not want her to get into. But i made up a story that my dog could be sick if she ate garbage, and she has a right to be off leash. So then I moved to blame some made up character. It was the resistance to my dog finding the garbage, that took away my freedom to enjoy the morning sun and autumn air.
And I was responsible for both those things.