I just don't understand some people...

OK, so here's the deal.

Everyone knows I have a dog. I do mean EVERYONE. She is my pride and joy. She's a happy-go-lucky, full-tilt Siberian Husky. She has all the options that a dog should have, including wagging tail, a full set of sharp teeth, claws and a love of peanut butter that has to be seen to be believed.

I went to walk her at about 10:00 tonight and as I was going out, another dog owner, who I thought was a friend (more on this later) was coming in. To make her transition faster (coming through the security door) I took my dog down another fight of stairs to clear the stair well. The stair well isn't that big to begin with, and with two owners and two dogs, it can get tight. Also, this dog owner was out in -10 degree weather in warm-up pants, a light coat and no hat. Her face was bright red and she LOOKED cold. I figured if I took my dog down a landing, she'd be able to get in faster.

A little back story here. Yesterday, I was out in the dog run with the same owner, her dog, and another pug and her owner. Well, this pug was harassing the border collie of the owner in question, sticking her nose right in his junk, and eventually, the border collie had had enough and snapped at the pug, and basically tried to eat it. I know the border collie. He would NEVER actually hurt another dog on purpose, but the attack was a warning, nothing more, and I thought nothing of it. I mean my dog and the border collie play with their teeth all the time and I think nothing of it. It's what dogs do. At this point, taking Thora out for a pee, I'm not even thinking about that. It doesn't even cross my head.

OK, back to my narrative.

So I take Thora down a flight, to let the border collie and his owner in. Simple right?

Apparently not.

The owner comes in, looks down at the landing and says: "What was that for?"
"To make it easier for you to come in," I reply.
"Do you have a problem with my dog?" she asks as she pulls open the hallway door and heads to the elevators, her back now completely to me.
"No, not at all," I reply, to her rapidly fading back.
"Yeah, whatever," she says. The door closes.

So I have my dog in the dog run in back of our building, and what do you know, but the border collie's owner comes out and starts reaming me out.

"That was smart," she says.
"What?" I ask.
"You heard me," she shoots back. "That was really smart. If you have a problem with my dog, you come to me."

Now, I'm completely non-plussed by this, kind of stunned, actually, because this is TOTALLY out of left field. I'm still trying to figure out what I did that was that heinous. So this woman tees off on me again. This time she starts teeing off on the fact that apparently my roommate has been shunning her too. She calls my roommate a bitch, calls me an asshole, all because, apparently, my "perfect dog Thora" (said sarcastically, of course) is too good for her border collie. I'm trying VERY hard not to get pissed off, and finally, I can't take it anymore.

"Look," I shoot back at her, thoroughly pissed by now, "I don't care if you're mad at all the men in the world, it doesn't give you the right to come down here and go off on me like that."

She, of course, ignores this and finishes by telling me, sarcastically, "Don't you worry, my dog will never be near your fucking dog again. Never fucking again."

I'm OK with this whole not seeing her or her dog again thing. She strikes me as more than a little unstable and constantly pissed at the men in the world. But I'm still upset, because I consider myself a level-headed guy, you know? I mean this is upsetting me, and I'm really pissed by now and really holding it in, but I did manage to get off a parting shot:

"You know, maybe it's not your dog that's the problem here." And I left it at that.

I'm still wondering what the fuck I did that was so wrong. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, I did nothing wrong, so if anyone can point out here what I did that was so bad, I'd greatly appreciate it!