Back in '89 I was walking down Main St. in Idaho City, ID at 'round about mid-night. I was bummed because my '68 Fury had dropped it's drive shaft and I needed to catch a flight in the morning. I had called a tow truck from the pay phone at the post office and was heading back up to my quarters to wait for him.
It was a nice night. Quiet, peaceful. A little chilly just a couple days before Thanksgiving. I'm walking along about half way through town when I pick up movement in the very corner of my right eye. I turn 90* right and there's a dog about 20 yards away. When I turned he froze with his tail straight out at half-mast, his head low and his ears cocked forward. One forefoot was off the ground. I'm thinking, "Gawddam, this dog is stalking me." Then I catch another movement, again in the corner of my eye to the right. I complete the 180 and there's a second dog, on point. Dog #2 freezes when I turn and dog #1 takes a step. When I turned back to #1 I had my knife out. Dog #2 takes another step. All of this is in perfect silence. No barking, no growling - not even panting. Dog #1 takes another step and I'm thinking, "Two dogs and a 4.5" boot knife. What are the chances of getting out of this without injury - 'cause I got to catch that flight in the morning."
Then I remembered the half-million candle-power in my right hand. I was carrying my portable spot light, but it was off all this time 'cause my scout-master dad taught me you don't need light if there's stars out. Dog #1 takes another step and I hit him with the spot beam. He didn't like that. When he turned away, #2 followed and I tracked the two 'till they disappeared behind a house.
I tell you what, my hair was standing up alllll over, not just at the back of my neck. Those two scared me. I've been rushed by a dog before but to face one silently, confidently stalking me was something else.
Oh yeah. To answer your question: You did right.