This is just a note to the lady I saw leading her crying three year old girl on a leash in 100 degree weather this afternoon. Perhaps if you didn’t make sarcastic comments like “Isn’t it great having a three year old around?” and “Now I’m wishing for the terribe twos again!” directly to your daughter when she’s whining, you wouldn’t have to lead her around on a leash. Perhaps when you ask her to sit down and (the good dog that she is) she sits down immediately, you shouldn’t pull her up angrily for sitting down in the wrong spot and reprimand her for “always choosing the dirty spot.”

If you want a dog, I can find you one. Just give that girl some dignity.

You’re breaking my heart.