I love that story so much, I love imagining it
the emotional weight on grandma, for the rest of what little she has to live, of her rabid terrier ripping her grand-child literally limb from limb, blood, guts and muscle-mass everywhere
she fucking deserved it
I always wonder - what if I were a kid on a tricycle?
WELL, last year or year before, some old fuckin ladies brought their two little fuckin terriers to a family gathering, and I love this: They barely welcomed them inside, before the two dog launched for the nearest toddler, and ripped him...
Old men too, to be fair - the only time I was bitten by a dog, was when an old man just blocked my path with his dog, looking scared and demented, and his dog attacked me for then to immediately let go of me; even the dog understood I was harmless, while this old fuck just has his dog attack...
One time a rather large poodle tried to eviscerate me, and this skinny dude held on to it for dear life, blushing, sweatting, screaming at the dog - and just by his reaction, I know that dog isn't his, but probably his old mothers, and he was here visiting
I watched my own grandmother do this with her little terrier, every time it tried to attack and fucking kill children, she would reward it with pets and cuddles, lovingly muttering "no, we don't do that!"
One time a little terrier chased me from my home, to the supermarket, i was on my bicycle, and had gotten to the point where I had to figure out an offense - run the dog over, stomp its head before it gives me tetanus - old lady impotently chasing behind, inadvertedly cheering the dog on by...
There's an old lady chilling on a bench on the lawn, across the street, downstairs, and her little shit demon is still screetching non stop about there being other living things in the vicinity
and like, presenting documentation as an "easter bunny santa claus" type thing so ridiculous, when we all understand that documenting participation is _the point_ of inviting them there; not only would there be a list but it should be extensively detailed.
I can only imagine not being filmed as...
I tried to *give* a young (but enormous) seagull some leftover sandwich, to the point of pushing it against its beak.
As soon as I gave up, and dropped the food, it snatched it and flew away; they literally cannot comprehend *not* stealing.
As with any wildlife, the key to understanding, is persistent communication - as well as unhinged hostility from time to time.
We all share in this emotional existence.