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Fucking dogs. I don't trust them and am always ready to administer a good kick to the face. Happily I've never had to actually deliver one, but I've come mighty close. I am at a loss to explain why the idiots that own them leave their gates open for them to run after me.

If brown chap was still with us, he'd run after you and lick you to death for that comment.

If he would have been barking I'd have been on guard. Let's face it, a snarling creature propelling itself towards you at terrifying velocity isn't the most welcome thing, even though the owner usually declares "he's a softie". Pah.