Quick, with one hand, unclip the fanny pack and throw it at the dog. (Note: always have smelly doggie treats in fanny pack along with whatever other piece you're packing).
Now that is FUNNY! :laughing::laughing::laughing:
I had the best dog ever born named Kelly. Kelly was a GSD, smartest critter I have ever seen and far more intelligent than many people I know. So many stories about that dog....
One day, back in the city, I was working on a project at the entrance to the garage. I had some saw horses setup and I was doing something and Kelly was in the garage watching me and the wife. Kelly always watched me. She kept me in a bubble zone of safety at all times. She started doing that when she was a wee little puppy. Anyway, Kelly was watching me and the wife work. We had pulled the cars to the side so we could have the full driveway open and my wife was cleaning out the back of the station wagon we had which was parked in front of my truck. There was a space about 2-3 feet wide between the car and the truck.
My back was to the street and my wife but I could see Kelly. Kelly was in laying down but in scan mode over watching me, the wife and the street. Kelly's ears and eyes where taking in all in. Her ears relaxed but moving around scanning whatever she heard. All of the sudden I noticed that her ears had gone from scan mode to locked on. :shocked: Rah Roh Scooby. I looked over my shoulder and the Moron Meter Man had walked between the car and the truck and had come within touching range of the wife. Within a foot of the wife who was bent over with her head in the back of the car. This almost scared the scat out of the wife to say the least. He never said hello, he did not say excuse me, he said nothing to announce his presence but walked behind my wife on purpose. Well within a space that was not acceptable.

The wife did not like this, I did not like this, and well, Kelly, Kelly was not happy.
Kelly gave a "Who The H....LL are YOU!" Woof. Followed by a "WHAT THE F.... are YOU doing in MY SPACE!" Woof. Of course Kelly had gotten up and advanced on the Moron Meter Man who had almost scared the scat out of the female two legged member of the pack. I was not happy. Wifey was not happy. Kelly was NOT happy. :thumbsup: Kelly's hair was up but she was not quite into the I AM GOING TO EAT YOUR A.... mode. She was close though. Moron Meter Man had likely scat in his pants by this point and was walking backwards through the front yard. :shocked: MORON! Instead of going back from whence he had come, the idiot continued to advance into the dogs space AND was walking backwards. :confused3: Understandably he was focused on the dog but....
I called Kelly OFF and Kelly stopped her advance but she was locked on, ready to fire and telling Moron Meter Man TO LEAVE MY YARD! NOW! in a most appropriate manner. Moron Meter Man was still walking backwards when he reached into his belt and threw a couple of dog biscuits! :laughing::laughing::laughing::laughing::laughing::laughing: WHAT A F......N JOKE. Kelly did not bat an eye at those stupid dog biscuits. She continued to encourage the idiot to LEAVE MY YARD in no uncertain tones. After the dog biscuits were tossed the Moron Meter Man, pulled out an umbrella and deployed it. I think that umbrella would have been good to pick the tarter of Kelly's teeth.

While deploying the umbrella, the Moron Meter Man continued to walk backwards until he tripped over a raised bed and fell down. :laughing::laughing::laughing: At this point, Kelly knew the guy was no longer a threat and just watched the guy get up and quickly exit the yard. Good Kelly!
After the Moron Meter Man had left, Kelly had some biscuits as a snack.
I would not bet my health on tossing Scooby Snacks at a dog....
Later,
Dan