I loved Florida. I love the warmth of the sun, the water, the beaches, the golf courses...the escape of it all. The people are ok too but it was hard to find an actual Floridian. Actually I don't think I ever did. Most were "come from aways" as Newfoundlanders fondly describe non-Newfies.
But there was one thing that perplexed me while I was there: the no dog signs that people had allowed to proliferate in one particular community. Now, I can understand people don't want dog excrement on their lawns - who does? But why in the world would you put up a painted wooden cut-out sign that in shape, size and demeanor looks exactly like a dog making a sizeable deposit? And why would you put it right on your front lawn where you and everyone else has to look at it? Every. Single. Day. These offensive signs had proliferated like mushrooms in one community we visited. Either it shows appalling bad taste or simply no taste whatsoever. Trouble is, I don't think we can blame the Floridians...this one is sticking like you know what to the "come from aways"!
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