For sure. My point in telling the story, besides to conjure goofy images of me with noisy white creatures clinging to my ankles, was to show that my speculation about owners of snappy vicious little dogs is quite credible under the evidence. Freaky Cigarette-Smoking Man clearly is a callous nutjob, and, having seen more than my fair share of the duo who have their yard fenced with a half-high roll of chicken wire to keep their bug-eyed underfed high-strung K9 in, I’m convinced it’s only because they can’t be bothered to walk the thing, not because they really care to prevent it from biting passersby…