At least she signed it with "love."
Dog owners of Los Angeles, please stop leaving your pets' poop on Annie's lawn! Can't you see what you're doing to her? She's at the end of her rope, reduced to penning magazine-article-length screeds in marker on giant sheets of cardboard:
To the person who lets their dog poop on our lawn and doesn't clean it up:
First of all, it's beyond rude. We live here and pay a lot of money to live here and it's not a toilet. Secondly, if you cant [sic] pick up your dogs [sic] poop, you shouldn't have a dog.
And lastly, we are watching you. The next time you let your dog poop on our lawn and don't pick it up, I will personally follow you back to your home, wait until you get inside, pull down my pants and take a huge dump on your doorstep and on the windshield of your car.
Love, Annie
Do you think this is how Annie wanted to present herself to the world? As some vindictive scat-voyeur who will "take a huge dump on your doorstep and on the windshield of your car" in a desperate effort to bring order to her life? No! But you drove her to this! You and your poop-expelling dog and your non-existent poop bags!
Please! For all that is good and holy, clean up after your dogs! Give Annie some peace for once in her life!
(by Dennis DiClaudio)