bone-fiends:

buddy-berry:

aaaAAaaAAAAAaa

Don’t talk to me or my 3 screaming sons ever again

This is me, with Spawn, whenever we go to the park and that huge Great Dane with the terrible owner is in residence.

The Dane is terribly trained, gets half as much exercise as it should, and obeys nothing but me when I growl at it. It’s huge, and it frightens and endangers the children by charging them.

Growling is often necessary. The owner thinks I am the dog whisperer. I haven’t the heart to explain to him that his dog knows that if it disobeyed me, I would gut it with my bare hands and snap it’s neck in full view of its owner, and then possibly move on to said owner.

Never challenge a predator protecting young. Very unwise. We have a different language.