But stories about Fluffy the poodle getting shot or otherwise bring out the retards.
"Hey, if it looks like you can kick the dog thirty yards, you should probably get ready to kick the dog thirty yards."
I knocked one about 30 feet once.
I threw a huge Sunday paper into the yard, and the silly bugger flew off the porch full speed, jumped, and “caught” it in mid air; Poor bugger was smaller and light than that supplement stuffed paper. He flew backwards with it in his mouth, then hit the ground, and did about three backwards flips into the side of he house, finally landing, stunned, on his back with the paper on top of him.
I slammed to a stop, and the owner came running outside. “He’s okay; I saw it all, it was his own fool fault, and worse, he won’t learn from it!” Sadly, she was right; I had to be on the lookout for that idiot after that, as he would still try to catch the daily paper if he was outside.