I feel the same way about your shitty kids. Get some control of those screaming little crotch goblins and teach them that they can’t go running up to my LEASHED dog because you haven’t taught Ashleigh and Kimberleigh that no, they cannot do everything they want to do because Mumsy and Dadsy have promised them they can. You’re lucky my dog is sweet and loving. If he bit your little bastards for your lack of control, I wouldn’t blame him a bit.

Jesus. Stop making your children your personality. Nobody likes it anymore than your real one.

Get a grip, dude.