"The name is Dag boy, and if you want to remain alive I suspect you will want to stay as far away from the yard as possible. We don't take kindly to fur lovin tweeners such as yourself." Dag said as he turned to Hank, an angered look on his face. "The same goes for you mutt, go find a corner to piss in and call it yours." Dag finished as he continued down the stairs, heading for the yard as usual. If there was one thing he hated more than flea bags, it was humans who defile themselves in a fleabag's presence.