Well, this morning one of these sex-substitutes chased my black cat off the quai, into the cockpit and, vaulting the bottom of the dutch door, into the galley where I was  making breakfast for the kids.
Big enough that it's muzzle was at face height for me, in the chair.
Kids below in the shower, luckily.
The two skinheads on the dock have four dogs between them, and do not leash them as the law requires. The cops seem reluctant to meddle--

Capitalism searches out the darkest corners of human potential, and mainlines them.