When I was a kid, there was a tiny little dog that used to live next door. A Chihuahua . From behind the chain-linked fence, that little dog would bark and yip, for as long as it could see me. It would piss me off with all its barking. But there was nothing I could do about it, because the dog wasn’t mine.
If it came down to it - I could climb over that fence, chase down that tiny dog and then squelch it with a swift kick. I might delight in watching it roll and skip across the ground. And never at any point would I be in danger.
No, I don’t condone violence to animals. This is a metaphor.
A bit violent, don't you think? :-/
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