A Man and his Dog

Living quite near to me,
Is a man and his hound,
They really piss me off,
When down the road they bound.
For they trot down the middle,
In their rhythmic groove,
They refuse to budge an inch,
For no-one they will move.
So, I was coming home cranky,
In need of a rest,
When I happened on the duo,
And decided to give them a test.
I kept driving towards them,
I was getting so near,
But they did not waver,
Or show a trace of fear.
Until I'd stopped before them,
And much to my intense shock,
The bastard caused my car damage,
With a large rock.
But far from seeking restitution,
Over the dents grieving,
I just ran over the bastard's dog,
And then called it even.

A few changes here. It's a woman and her dog. She walks down the centre of the road, or in my lane. Often when I approach her, if I swing to other side I'm on the crest of a hill, thus endangering myself and my passengers. But she doesn't move. So lately I haven't been swinging to the other side, just approaching her and slowing down if she doesn't move. She grudgingly gets off the road, but isn't happy about it. I guess I'm being stubborn, under the guise of being safe.