Oh no, this isn't a post about MY damn dog! It's a post about someone else's damn dog and the damn dogs sucky owners as parents.
My mini-vacation weekend in May also included a greeting from Wilson - a bulldog with a vengence. That little SOB snarled and barked at any sound we made (I'm sorry - rephrase that, ALL THE TIME) and his owners basically said nothing about it 90% of the time.
I took this photo of Wilson as he wished that crack in the fence was just a tad bigger! I'm certain he was thinking foot bones connected to the shin bone...shin bones connected to the leg bone while I was thinking dog head decapitated with sharp knife - or maybe I was thinking about calling The Dog Whisperer, he could fix this in an hour with a quick touch of the hand and a 'shhh' sound!

I love animals, but you know what, I also try to control mine as much as possible...when they bark, I hush them or bring them in. These people just did not care. Not only did they not give 2 squats about their vicious little bastard, they also didn't seem to bother with the 10 children running around on a pier that was right next to the water - go figure! More about this in a minute.
I can say I never felt the urge to hurt an animal until I met this one. I can also say I never felt a real urge to hurt another human being until this instance. I tried to figure out why they may not think that this bothers any of the 100 or so other people in the complex. My only conclusion was they must have been deaf.
As for the lovely little children who ranged in age from about 1.5 - maybe 11, they were on their own. I sat up on the deck overlooking the lack of parenting as they ran relentlessly back and forth on the thin boat dock pier. (see photo below - can you say "not safe?") I watched little Johnny (age about 7) captain his own boat and taking a fishing rod to the water wondering when he might snag little Jenny in the head or neck.

I watched them eagerly emerge from the boat because "There's a shark under there! I saw it!" I watched them tattle as "Little Johnny is using all the eels". These things humored me.
What did not humor me is when suddenly one of the kids realized that little Susie Who - age 1.5, was missing. I got up and proceeded to the top of the steps...still no parents, but plenty of children running the pier and complex trying to find her.
Whew-finally the 11? year old came back with her in her arms and do you know what Mommy said? "You're bad"........they had found her out in the back complex parking lot behind a truck. I wanted to punch that fat ass in the face! No, little Susie Who was not bad........your fat ass was incompetant and you should be grateful she didn't fall off the pier and drown dumb &*^#%$.
We go on a weeks vacation in July.....I'm wondering what glorious stories I'll bring back from that one!