...tonight as I took Cael for a walk to the local park for him to get some exercise. Due to the great weather the park was unusually busy, but not with people from my neighborhood. Seems like it was East Side Night in Pleasant Hill...as the riff raff had finished up their August 1st dumpster diving and made their way to our park in search of basketball nets not made of chain and swing sets that had not at one time been the apparatus in a murder. Well...I let Cael take off for a brisk run as this really is his park, these other miscreants are just trespassing on the greener side of the grass. One parent came over and asked if that was my rottweiler running out of control. I assured her he could not be talking about Cael and to prove my point I whistled once and Cael came running to my side. I asked the Wal-Mart designer sweats wearing white trash which kid was hers...she pointed out some disheveled 8 year old (I would guess...I am sure his birth was never properly documented due to the lack of proof of who the father was) playing on the merry-go-round. I asked what his name was, "laDandr'e" she replied. I told her to call him over...when she yelled his name the little bastard just turned and flipped her off. I chose my words carefully and spoke slowly so that she would understand them, "Ma'am...it is obvious which one of us needs a leash for our pet." There is a reason some of us are referred to as the better half. And it is obvious why that bar keeps getting lower and lower.