When my son was around eight, he ran inside crying that the neighbor's rotweiler bit him in his butt cheek. I checked and he had teeth marks and a little blood. I went outside and the neighbor's dog was running around freely in the street while the neighbor cleaned out the poor dog's tiny fenced area. I asked him to control his dog, because he was loose, and bit my son. The dude walks up to me and yells in my face that my son made it up. I told him I saw the marks and then he said he would have to check for himself and walked towards my son. I lost it. I stood in front of my son obviously in crazy momma mode and he insisted he would have to check under his pants for proof. I sent my son inside, called the cops, and told this douche that if he ever put his hands on my son, I'd tear his head off. The cops arrived and he yelled at them, too. They took his dog for twelve days, because he couldn't find his shots record. Nobody touches my kids. Ever.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian
