Archie and I Meet the Crazy Lady in the Neighborhood

I've been living in my current house for a year, and for the last year, everyone I've encountered has been pleasant.  And, everyone I encounter loves Archie.  I mean, what's not to love about Archie; he's 130 pounds of cuteness.  I mean, seriously, look at this guy.  What's not to love?

After living in my house and walking Archie for a year, we finally encountered the crazy lady in the neighborhood.

To have a better understanding of my neighborhood, imagine it as a fork, with the handle being the main street off Stadium and each prong leading off to a different street.  I live on prong 3.  When I walk Archie, I usually walk him down prong 2, sometimes prong 4.  Rarely do we go do prong 1.  Since today was a nice day, I decided to take Archie over to prong 1.

Big mistake.

Remember, Archie is a dog and he loves to pee in other people's yards.  But he doesn't unload a giant pile of tinkle, he likes to pee a little here and a little there, and by the time our walk is concluding, he lifts his leg and nothing comes out.

While walking down prong 1, this 5' 2" psychopath approaches us with garden hose yelling at us to stop "pissing" on her flowers.  First of all, Archie was smelling the base of a mailbox that didn't belong to her.  Secondly, we never walk over there, so Archie would have no reason to "piss" on this lady's flowers.  I tell her that, but she's convinced and she walks closer to us waving her garden hose (which is turned on, by the way) at us.

At first we stand there because I'm convinced this lady is kidding and just wants to come up and say "hi."  Wrong.  She starts blabbing on and on about how Archie is killing her flowers and that she has proof.  I tell this nut-job that Archie and I don't walk down this street,  but again, she's convinced and is going to contact the authorities if we don't leave.

Contact the authorities!?  On what grounds?  That my dog doesn't piss on your flowers?

I have to be honest, the hardest thing in the world was walking away.  At first, I wanted to ask her if she thought the moon landing was faked, but thought against that.  Instead Archie and I turned around with this crazy lady continuing to yell and scream at us.  As we continued our return trip home, I glanced back occasionally to see if she was still there.  Yup; at attention with her garden hose at the ready.

So, tell me loyal listener/reader, what should I do?  Walk Archie on the other side of the street, ignore that part of the neighborhood completely, or save an entire month's worth of Archie's crap to discard on her lawn?

Option 3?  I agree.

I don't think this lady was all there, if you know what I mean, but still; you mess with my kid and you're f***ed.