Your dogs have hands?
Freaky.
How do you think they dance the macarena?
Well, maybe, if it’s not balanced by liking kids even at the best of times.
To me, kids range from neutral to hateful. I’ve no desire for my own. If the technology becomes available in my lifetime, I might clone myself just to prove a point.
I know you’re not talking about me, because I find incessantly bitching and moaning about children is very tiring. That’s another reason I don’t like them. It’s like swatting at flies with an open hand – they’re too damn quick to get, and I eventually tire of it.
According to that law, there are circumstances upon which someone may leave their dog in the car. That is certainly not what starwarsfreek’s initial claim implied at all.
I prefer the term “crotch fruit”. 
And for fuck’s sake, do not change the diaper at or on the table!!!
That’s also for California. I’m in Alabama. Since the local ordinances aren’t listed at my city’s website, I have no cite except the sign downtown. Since it is raining, I am not going out to take a picture.
It might even be better if that someone could be the OP, but he doesn’t seem to be showing up for the party here. It’s still early, I guess.
What if I just feel low-level distaste, kind of on par with how I feel about asparagus? How much pity does that get me?
Give the guy a break! He’s probably out there saving the world by working on bringing another mouth to feed into it. My Hero!
With a rant like that, I doubt it. It takes some social skill to get that process going. 
I’ve always been rather fond of “fuck trophy.”
I’ve read most, but not all, of the posts. To say that you hate children is a very disturbing comment.
I have two kids and love them with all my heart. How do you hate kids?
I know exactly what you mean. I feel the same way about Toaster Strudel.
Not only that, their pads smell like popcorn. Really. Take a sniff sometime (at home, of course. You get weird looks if you do this at the park).
I am in a category of Child-Hater not mentioned by the OP, the child-free adult who enjoys going out to restaurants and sending death glares in the direction of clueless parents who can’t be bothered to raise kids to behave in public. I do feel pity for daddy and mommy, of course*. They’re the ones who have to take those brats home.
You don’t like asparagus? You…monster.
*after they leave.
When my second graders at recess come to me with some weak-ass shit (Mr. Dorkness, Lani won’t play tag with me, and I want to play tag, but she wants to play on the swings!), I teach them the following move:
- Raise your right hand.
- Place the back of your hand against your forehead.
- Roll your eyes toward the sky.
- Moan, “Woe! Woe is me! Life is misery!”
I’m telling you this because you might wanna get ready.
Here’s the deal: you may think it’s the parent’s burden to prevent children from inconveniencing the rest of society, but for small values of inconveniencing, the rest of society disagrees with you. The rest of society (with a few exceptions) is pretty okay with being mildly inconvenienced by children on occasion. The rest of society is fine paying taxes for schools, with having special parking spaces for pregnant mothers, with having part of the grocery-cart space taken up with a child seat, and yes, with occasionally having to deal with a toddler meltdown on aisle 5.
I realize you don’t like this, and you don’t think this is fair. Fortunately, I have a solution:
- Raise your right hand.
- Place the back of your hand against your forehead.
- Roll your eyes toward the sky.
- Moan, “Woe! Woe is me! Life is misery!”
Practice.
Why does it disturb you?
For Labrador Deciever, hereis the law itself, which states that “No animal may be left unattended at any time in a vehicle.” The page doesn’t specify the fines or jail time, but there it is. Thanks to **Gfactor **for finding it.
Well I don’t know where I stand in the OP’s view of the world. I’ve raised two daughters and love them dearly but now wouldn’t complain if I never had dealings with another child. I don’t fir neatly into the stereotypes provided.
I must not exist.