Survived the office bbq party

I have to admit, overly it was a thoroughly enjoyable day. Began @ 2 pm on saturday 8/23 and ended with the last of us departing the boss's house overlooking LI sound @ 9 pm.
A delicious marinated steak, some nice garliky shrimp, fancy salad... never did get to everything.
Only fly was a four year old brat belonging to one of my office co-workers. He damn near broke another ones nose because he was so damned myopically occupied in trying to get into its cage. The girl was trying to protect the little shitzhu, he straightened up hitting her in the nose. He wasn't even farking aware that he had done this. All the time coming out with unintelligable drivel.
BTW, this is the same ass kid that I told to get off an old golden retriever it was trying to ride at the office some months earlier. He always has some excuse and it is apparent he HEARS NOTHING.
Fortunately, when the little dog was out he was mostly preoccupied and fascinated with a friends cocker spaniel (that was basically un-social. not nasty, just didn't want to be touched) so it was generally out of the little bastards reach.
When it did get its grubby paws on the little dog, it was rough-handled to the point I thought it would yip and, hopefully, bite. Testament to the dogs temperament it never said a word. I did amuse one of the warehouse people because when said bastard was trying to wheelbarrow walk the dog I took it away and in no certain terms told the loaf to go away. LOUDLY.
As a contrast, one of the family members had their little year and a half old girl. She was an absolute delight, only a few little hiccups here and there. Granted, this can be chalked up to that little boys are not like little girls. It is obvious that his mama of the 'yakkity yak' school of parenting. In one ear and out the other so she might as well go talk to the flowers for all the good it does. I went, sat, and talked with her and some other office folk until the little brat came around and started misbehaving and, when mom tried to put a handle on it, shrieked, whined and promptly fell off the patio which resulted in more shrieking. I found I needed to put a piece of steak back on the grill to warm it up.
The last act was half and half in his asshole sippy cup. Four year old with a sippy cup. I thought by that age they could handle a real one. I dunno. I don't know and I don't wanna know and I don't care that I don't know. He had a temper tantrum because she diluted it with a little water.