Gotta love that.

Occasionally I take my ex's Golden Retriever to the dog park. Everyone there, two- and four-footed alike, is very friendly and cooperative. There's a bucket full of plastic bags and garbage pails for the contents thereof.

One day I discovered that someone had confused the inbox for the outbox. Perhaps it was an honest mistake, but I had some fun revenge videos playing in my head.

Amy, would it be any trouble to install a "skip to the bottom" button in your comments?

Sorry, Dave -- it would probably kill both Gregg and me and I'm not sure whether it exists. PS Prefer those questions by email rather than off-topic on a post.

Some people are even worse. Several houses back, we had renters next door.

Who would not only be up until all hours partying, but would leave the lawn littered with empty cans and bottles, cig butts and empty packs, and even the occasional. . . .Coney Island whitefish. . .

Asking them to be considerate didn't help. Complaining to the HOA didn't help. Calling the police didn't help.

In fact, the only think that DID help, was the people stopping paying their rent, and the owner evicting them.

I'd never seen a sheriff doing an eviction, get a standing ovation from neighbors before. . .

And reportedly, the inside of the place was utterly trashed as well. . .

Deer Annie

Don't leave incriminating evidence that points back to you. You don't want the cops to show up on your doorstep asking about the huge pile of shit you left on the neighbor's property.

Plausible deniability is the key.

Of course, Annie is doing nothing more than following Doodieronomy:

> And I shall bind them as a sign on your handles, and they shall be as frontals on your forehead. And I shall leave them on the door stoops of your house and on your cars.

Getting your undies in a wad over something that is nobody's (technically, no one person in particular's) fault, is kinda pointless.

I'd bet odds that it's a stray dog.

It's just one of life's little inconveniences - like leaves. You sigh, you rake, and know you'll have to do it again (and again and again).

I just don't get all the pent-up frustration, and assuming that it's gotta be Somebody's Fault.

(That said, it is a much funnier sign that most I see - like the little red-crossed-circle of a dog pooping - really? That's going to change somebody's behavior? "Oh, gosh, I didn't realize I was being rude, but now I know!")