Taking that as a cue for a minor derail on the topic of dog behaviour, working away in my office, with an old podcast blaring away, I became aware of a loud voice coming from across the way in a copse of trees. Turns out that young (20-something) aggressive bruiser of a guy with a young kid and one dog had a beef with a grey-haired guy (not decrepit, but certainly retirement age) about his control of the two dogs that he was walking, who had just used something like a dog whistle (very high pitched, but I could still hear it) to call them back to him.
I could only hear the younger guy's words, loudly berating the older guy for not keeping control of his two allegedly aggressive dogs. From my view, they were bounding playfully around, and the only aggressiveness I could discern was the younger guy. Perhaps justified in some anger if the bounding dogs had 'threatened' his kid, but whatever old guy was saying definitely wasn't placating young guy, and there were threats of breaking OG's dog's necks if he ever saw them again... "It's my right!" (Probably bluster.)
I kept an eye on this. It looked certain that the younger guy would punch the older guy, and while I couldn't get there quick enough to help/hinder as appropriate, I felt that it better that I could testify about how the situation unrolled if things quickly went south (one way or another). When they got obscured by a building (could still hear YG, as I could even when he was facing away from me, but never heard anything from OG, whose body language didn't indicate any threat, but neither did he seem phased in the direction of fear, he'd probably done National Service and had wisdom not to up the ante), I rushed out and around to the path to 'casually' walk towards the argument, by which time the old guy had gone on up one path and the young guy and son were off up another, so I casually walked further on before doubling back and back into the office.
Not sure whether I reacted correctly. (Should have rushed out earlier? Shouldn't have risked getting into the same tussle, with three possibly unpredictable dogs and at least one probably unpredictable human?)
At the start of all of this, no-one was leashed, but the various dogs were in the process of being called back to their respective owners and ended up so. At the end, the one creature I would have muzzled would have been YG. The kid was... oh... something like 5 or 6yo, beyond any toddler-time that any such restraint would have been used anyway.
But, yes, that's all just one big derail given that even with that last-minute shoehorning of the subject at hand probably deserves being ignored, but it was something I think I more needed to get off of my chest than you needed to hear. Probably best to ignore it.