"What? God damn dog!" Adrian looked over at Jackpot, snatched the bag and tossed it in front of Katie, and then gave Jackpot a smack on the backside. He didn't usually smack Jackpot, and it was a clear sign of his current emotional state. Merlin, if he couldn't even train a dog to keep away from chicken how was he supposed to parent a child? He was already feeling certain that that kid was going to come out with a cigarette in one hand, a pint in the other, and a desire to shag everything with a pulse. At least it was most probably going to end up a Quidditch player. That thought made Adrian happy, and he actually smiled.