No Mutants Allowed

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

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 shouting its name over and over

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 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