01-03-2012, 11:22 AM
My brother-in-law got very upset when I asked him to not bring his pit-bull over when visiting. He and his wife brought it over one Thanksgiving. First, I thought it was wrong of him to assume his fucking pet was invited, or that I would want to deal with an animal all day long while tending to guests and my own kids. My young daughter was alone downstairs at the time I confronted him, so with the thought of his dog going downstairs unsupervised and out of site with my daughter, I confidently made the request. Keep in mind he is also a very lazy, irresponsible, self-centered, immature kind of guy, so confidence in good dog training was especially low. Long story short, he huffed and puffed with the skills of a mafia ape, but the dog was never brought over again. Big. God. Damn. Dope.
