No offense taken.
Personally, I find most kids tough and stringy, except for the little fat ones that play video games all day. Those are hard to find though.
Sounds like FTC shares this view and is plotting the next step.
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He deserved it -- one of those crusty old farts that screamed at kids for stepping on his lawn to retrieve toys, playing in front of his house, etc...)
As much as I love my therapy dog, and as good as we treat him, he'll jump in any car and/or go with any stranger. Just too dang friendly and easy-going... 
And the deer are kept at bay by those handy dogs! Peaceful happy life.
No, you made the mistake of having landscaping.
The deer weren't "there before." (And a sillier, more specious argument has never been made. I expect SMALLPOX was there before we were, and nobody worries about wiping that out). Certainly not in such numbers. If they had been, we would have no trees, because all our trees were planted by us, 20+ years ago when the deer had not yet moved in. If we had tried to plant young trees any time in the last 10-12 years, they would have been destroyed in a week.
To me, deer are no better than giant rats. I would gladly hire someone to come and shoot the horrible, disease-bearing, car-attacking things, but that is not allowed.
In our case, a yappy dog was easier to deal with than kids........
The neighbor's always-yapping mutt sat at the fence that separated our yards yapping/barking/growling at us daily when we were outside. It had great stamina and never seemed to lack the energy to keep it up endlessly.
The fence (I own it) between the yards has a gate I installed to allow my son (as a little guy years ago) to play with the previous neighbor's kids, to retrieve baseballs thrown too high, etc. I had chained the gate shut when the new neighbors and their dog moved in.
One evening, sitting in our screenhouse trying to watch a baseball game, I just couldn't take the noise anymore. I stood up, went into the kitchen drawer and got the key to the gate lock and went down and opened the gate a bit. In the morning, no dog and soon thereafter signs posted all over the neighborhood looking for a missing yapper.
I thought I'd be criticized by DW who is usually sensitive and charitable to a fault, but no, she never said a word other than commenting that it was nice to be able to watch tv in the screenhouse without having the volume so high......
BTW, I love dogs.
A woman across the hall from me lost her GF and responded by getting a little dog. But this woman still had a long hours, demanding job, so the dog was home alone most of the time, barking and barking.
