Sometimes i seriously hate the holiday season. Today was Thanksgiving. We went to my sister in law's for the wonderous holiday. The oldest boy has some anger issues. Well, needless to say he smacked their Mastiff in the face several times, then when the dog bit at him, he slapped it again and threatened to beat it. Imagine my anger at seeing such a display, so i forcibly moved the boy from the dog before the dog could bite at him again, then gave the boy a scathing setdown, to which everyone in the house agreed to. The dog is big, and could easily have caused serious harm to the twelve year old. They are planning on moving to Wisconsin by March, so i offered to take the dog. We are having some good luck these days, and we hope to have someplace soon, a house of our own to stay at here in Mass until Matt makes me move to Tennessee with him. I can not abide by anyone hitting a dog, and god forbid the dog bites him, they will likely put the dog to sleep and consider the boy the victim. UGH! Some people need beatings, not the dogs!