I know that there's not much I can do about it, but if you are going to own one of those stinking hairy fucking things keep the bastard thing under control. It only had to have been my little boy who chose to run out into the garden at that time and it could've been him fighting for his life.
I suppose I have to be very thankful that it wasn't like that.
Rant over. Just wanted to vent a little and Facebook would'nt have been appropriate...
