Don't let the dogs...

Yesterday, the Boyfriend and I spent most of the gorgeous day outside walking. We did a few errands in the early afternoon, and then spent a good chunk of the day walking down to Green Lake and hanging out there before walking back home. It was fun lounging around in the grass by the lake, people watching and chatting.

In the morning, we walked to the very delicious Honore Bakery in residential Ballard. Many of the houses in the neighborhood have the messy kind of gardening that is typical of Seattle. On the way back, we noticed something special at one house. In the middle of all the plants, there is a small area near the sidewalk surrounded by pieces of cardboard with writing in somewhat faint black magic marker. Upon closer inspection, we read: Don't let the dogs piss on the mint.

Clearly, someone had a bad mint experience.

It's a funny sign on so many levels. The Boyfriend pointed out how the people obviously wanted to use harsh language by their choice of "piss," but then maybe they felt like that was mean enough already, so they changed the language to the non-accusatory "the dogs" rather than the finger-pointing "your dogs." It's a delicate balance in terms of the tone. He summed it up by saying it's as if "random dogs were showing up and peeing on the mint, and they'd like everyone's help in stopping these unsupervised dogs."

Ha! Love it!