Dear Asshole:
Is that your dog–the one tied up on the sidewalk? At noon? On the 16th of June? In New Orleans?
Just checking.
Next time you step inside the Mardi Gras Zone to buy a couple of microwave burritos with a fistful of pennies you found in the gutter, tie up Fido in a shady spot. Or better yet, leave him at home. Assuming you have a home, that is.
Dear Everyone Else:
Sorry, but that is so my pet peeve. (No pun intended).
sturtle [dot] com 