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

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 everybody

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 apart; ripped the baby into separate pieces, in front of the screaming family