Kids. Check. Dogs, nah, I'm the softie there. It's the damn puppy breath. Nevermind that at 37 years old I should really know that it just turns into dog farts in a few short months... The cats? That's where the but Daddy Please?
works almost every time. Or at least three times in the last six years anyway... The fish, they're mine. One Oscar, his name is George. The rest I just call food....