Slightly different gripes here, but the same general gist of idiots owning dogs.
On friday night there I was out with my mate and we stopped at the pizza/kebab shop (as you do). Then some junkie lookin fecker came in with his arms literally flailing about asking if they do fish and chips. So anyway he orders fish and chips and then corresponds with some woman outside who has a German Shephard on the lead, who just about manages to say while struggling to stay standing up that she wants a battered sausage for the dog. No battered sausage, or unbattered sausage. Oh well, they order the d