Clueless

To clueless on the cellphone walking her dog

I saw you coming with your prissy dog
and I moved my solid dog twelve feet away from
the sidewalk where you'd pass by 
knowing that we'd be less likely to cross paths.
But you came my way anyway.
You brought your little sofa dog 
three feet away from us and upset mine. 
He jumped without warning, wrapped his leash around my knee,
sliced the tender back of it with the nylon webbing,
threw me into the tree that stopped him from running after you.
Did you even take the cell phone away from your ear?
Hey, hey! Watch where you're going with that dog!
"Not my problem!" you yelled back.
Right. Next time, my dog won't give way to your expensive
rug rat. Next time, you can fall into the bushes.
Not my problem.