I was walking my dog the other day, since I frown on his use of my living room as his own personal deficatorium, and I wound up going up this little tiny dead-end side-street. While I got my dog doing his little parallel-parking/poopoo dance one of the crazy people that lives there comes barreling out of her house in a 1970’s era housecoat like screeching about “HOW DARE YOU!!!! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE” and waving a rolling pin and throwing balls of wadded up newspaper at me.

She starts off on a rant about how she doesn’t want dog-shit all up and down her block! She doesn’t want to get it tracked up inside her house!

What the Hell? It is a tiny little dog, who I pick up after. Plus she hasn’t been out of the house since the Nixon administration. And seriously? Which do you think is less sanitary: 1 dog or the 478592 feral cats in the neighborhood that she and my other neighbor feed?

Just wanted to rant on that. Later this week? You’re gonna get a review of some foods…