Well, another reason to skip Wal-Mart

I have a dog. I love my dog. She is a good dog. She stays at home. Where dogs belong. I hate it when people bring there little yappy dog in to the store. I try to not say anything and be nice. But it is hard when you have a little rat trying to bite your shins. I just want to kick the little SOB's across the room.

Yep, except that she doesn't yap.
It's the little screaming rug rats in public that get me.
"The Breeders" as they might be called.
(Hey that's a good name for a punk group),
What ever happened to "children should be seen and not heard".
Must be showing my age.
Uh Oh.