Fatass thinks it knows how to take care of my dog. So I live with my parents (am 18 plz no ban), and we have a lovely little Shepard mutt. The dog is a rescue dog and we've had her for about 10 months, she's about 1 1/2 - 2 years old. She was also shot before we got her, and is very timid. For about three months when we first had her she wouldn't even stay in the same room as me. She's very loyal to my parents but is still fairly wary of me. No big deal, I just haven't spent as much time with her as them, and I'm working on it. One thing she absolutely refuses to do for anyone but my mother is go for a walk. As you can imagine this is a bit frustrating, and I've been working on getting her to walk with me. Usually we don't make it past our driveway but hey, baby steps. I promise this is all relevant. **Anyway, on to the fat hate. ** I managed to get the dog out the door and a fair bit down the street. At this point something sets her off and she panics. When my dog panics, she pulls hard enough on the leash that she'll hurt herself if you don't restrain her. So I quickly get her around the chest and I'm petting her behind the ears to get her calm enough that we can go home. Enter fatass. This fucking butter huffer starts screaming at me, from across the street, to "let go of that dog! You're hurting it!" (The dog had it's ears flat against it's head, but was sitting still and I just had my hand resting on her side. At no point had she made any sound at all). This of course panics my dog again, and she tries to bolt past me. So now I'm holding this trembling dog to my chest tight, because the fatass screaming just keeps scaring her more. I'm far too busy keeping a hold on the dog to deal with screamy mcadipose, this dog is nearly 80 pounds and it isn't fat. After about ten seconds I've had enough and I bark out " enough!". This is a command we reserve for when we have a serious problem and the dog knows that. So she stops instantly, and lays down at my feet. I was speaking to the dog, but by some miracle fatass shuts up too. I glare at the vermin standing in it's pajamas at 2PM on it's front porch and tell it to shut the fuck up. Piggy looks stunned, whether by the fact the dog calmed down instantly (I was pretty impressed by that too tbh) or that I'd stood up to it's pathetic fat ass. After that it was silence and a walk home. Dog got a treat for listening so well. Fuck that fatass for jumping in on something I had control over. It was obviously watching me walk by given that the dog hadn't made a sound outside a quiet whimper and I had only given talking-voice commands. But of course piggy always knows what's best for the world, doesn't it? This fatass has it's own fat little yappy football of a dog, too.