Why is That Fellow Giving Me So Much Power?

Why is that foul-mouthed fellow or fella who also attacks me without using dirty words allowing me to have so much power over him/her?

There are only two individuals on this or any other planet that I should have power over. One is me and the other individual has four legs, weighs about 18 pounds, and goes by the name of "Cookie"

For someone to use valuable time, and really, really great effort, it seems, to write what they have written which now appears on this blog, strongly suggests that I have some kind of power over their enraged and extremely disturbed mind.

I shouldn't be responsible for having that much power over any one other than myself and my dog. Of course with Cookie, I share power with my wife, but that is to be expected.

So go ahead Foul Mouthed Fellow or Fella, equate yourself with my dog, I will give you credit that you write in the English language far clearer that she will ever be able to do.

The power you have bestowed on me, like the power I have over my dog, allows me the opportunity to play with you, too. Now go fetch your ball, and bring it back to me. I will pet you behind your ears, and throw your toy so you can run and grab it again. And when you are sleeping, you may want to sleep near my feet, too. But I reserve that place for a much more loving and worthy individual who I am proud to have some power over; my beloved Cookie.