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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Leave Our SandCastles ALONE
We are at the beach, building sandcastles under the sun, minding our own business. EVERY single fucking dog in HRM is curious as to what we are doing, and why, and how. They push their nasty wet black nose at us, while we squirm around politely and pretend to smile while screaming Fuck off! Fuck Off! inside. Then they trample our lovely sandcastles with their stupid paws. Their owners are delighted, smile and laugh. One or two especially bright ones tells "don't be afraid- they love kids". That is NOT the point. Train your fucking dogs to respect other people's personal spaces. And sandcastles.
--- Sand Castle Builder
