Receta Pooch Poop, or Why My Wireless Network is Now Known as WTFICU2

There’s no rule that says I gotta write about food. Look it up if you don’t believe me.

Pooch Poop

In fact I am dedicating today to– how shall I say this. Well, dog poo. May I talk about dog poo without upsetting you too much?

You see I live in a nice neighborhood. I have nice neighbors, or so I thought. But take a look at this. Someone on my street used their wireless router to shame (presumably) another neighbor about pooch poop. Maybe this street is not quite as decorous as I thought. Because no matter how you look at it, there’s at least one jerk within wireless spitting distance of my house. Either someone is not picking up after their dog or someone is just plain nasty enough to name their wireless network: “Pick…