Good Friday For A Protest

We live right around the corner from a Planned Parenthood. Every year on Good Friday (for all of you heathens who don't know when Good Friday is, it's today) a massive protest is held by the Anti-Choice, oh, I mean Pro-Life organization. In the past couple of years, Planned Parenthood supporters have also gathered to rival the protesters. So, as you can imagine, our neighborhood is like a carnival right now. The streets are packed with cars, there are people roaming everywhere, some with signs, some with gigantic rosaries, women gathering on our front lawn to take group photos, cops on horseback, you know, stuff like that.

Pete isn't very fond of Good Friday. He's very agitated by the addition to our neighborhood population, especially for anyone who walks through our yard. Our location is such that most people do walk past our house on their way to the main event, so poor Stinky doesn't get much rest as he guards us from the evil protesters*.

So far my favorite Good Friday moment came just a moment ago. Pete was propped up in the dining room window watching all the action (and growling under his breath). A cop and his horse had just rode past our dining room window. St. Pauly Boy made some snarky comment about kicking someone's ass if the horse poo'd in our yard. Not 2 minutes later I hear some women screech, "Oh my god, what the hell do you feed your dog?!?!". Upon further investigation I found out that no, the horse did not poop on the sidewalk and that woman did not think that our little Stinky Pete could have possibly made such a mess, but that someone's actual dog had taken a dump on the sidewalk and she must have been screeching at them, not us. Whoever it was that shat on my sidewalk did not clean up after itself thus poo is smeared all over the sidewalk where all of the protesters must pass. Something about this amused me a great deal.

Happy Protest Day, everyone.


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*His words, not mine.