Griffin the Dog

Dear Lady at the Farmer's Market,

I saw you bring your big dog into the market, even though you're not supposed to. That's cool, dogs are cute.

Then, I saw your dog eat every little scrap of food on the ground, and some other non-food things too, while you stood around and chatted with your friends. Less cool.

Finally, your dog vomited violently in the middle of the vegetable stand - a horrible, revolting, poop-colored pile of dog vomit - and you announced in a charmed voice "Oh, Griffin! C'mon, let's go!" and you and your vomit-producing dog left.

Thanks for leaving animal excrement in the middle of our food stall. Really helps with the business.

Love,
Tessa

PS - To the drunk gentleman that puke in my yard a mere 10 hours before this ... I'm at a loss of words for you.