Dogs make great pets. They're good company. They get people out walking and meeting each other.

And for some owners, lets call them the poo-bag artistes, they provide a creative outlet. Those owners carry plastic bags with them to scoop up the little fellers’ droppings but—unlike normal people who simply take that bag home and dispose of it—the poo-bag artistes get creative.

First of all they tie a cute little knot in the top of the bag. Then, the important part, they carefully choose where to display their pooch's droppings. Will it be hung from a tree branch? Dangled off a fence? Artfully placed just so by the side of the road? Thrown into a neighbour’s yard so the delighted children will find it the next  morning? The possibilities for creative idiocy are endless.

And, as the snow has receded, their winter's work is being revealed—one artfully placed poo bag at a time. To this I say, "Bravo poo-baggers! Brilliant! Just f-ing brilliant!” —Poo-bag art appreciation society of Halifax

My current roommate and I have been hunting for his replacement for a few months now, and while our ads get a fairly good response, about 90 percent of the people contacting us are total no-shows! They make a viewing appointment and then we never hear from them again! These are on our days off, that are now spent hanging around the house waiting for someone who is never coming. The least they could do is drop us a quick email or text (or respond to ours looking for them) to say, "sorry, but I'm no longer interested!" Have some common courtesy. —Wouldn't Want To Live With You Anyway

To the dickbag driving behind me on Spring Garden Road: what bike lane?! I bike in traffic when it's safer than biking on the shoulder, which Spring Garden hardly has and is usually taken up by buses and cabs regardless. On top of that, I was easily keeping up with the flow of traffic. So I'm not sure what your problem was. —Urban Cyclist

You slipped from my nose into my mouth and it tasted salty. —Then I Rubbed It On The Wall

Where oh where will the panhandlers go after every intersection becomes a roundabout? The answer is probably drive-thru exits, where I never seem to be. —love roundabouts

Mostly because we build streets and sidewalks the way they are built in places that don't frost. I think it's time to evaluate how we build sidewalks and streets in this area. It would be an interesting project to geothermally heat the road/bike lane/sidewalk at the bottom of Spring Garden Road, where buses are always getting stuck. —heat, don't plow

Our position is that the "film industry" is simply not viable in the way that we participate and understand it at a professional level. Sadly, our bills cannot be paid by art films and youtube videos, or an annual smattering of low-budget TV shows. We've tried. In fact, the Chronicle reports that the major "film studio" in Dartmouth Halifax reports owing over five million dollars to creditors. This to me, as a professional, this in no way sounds like a viable film industry, nor has it been. Our numbers can attest to that as well. Tax credits or no tax credits, the industry simply isn't here. We had hoped it would be. —TET

FUCK! I just needed to say that. —Me

Tell your sick friends to leave me alone. —Clarissa

I am so, so, SO, so sorry for daring to walk on the sidewalk! You see, I wasn't aware that that particular bit of PUBLIC sidewalk wasn't actually PUBLIC at all, and in fact belonged to you and your company! I should have realized that I had to ask your permission before walking on it, or that I had to wait while you took however fucking long it was that you were gonna take to move that giant ass thing you were moving, OR instead of waiting, just gone ahead and walked right into that inches deep puddle of mud that would have gotten my shoes completely wet and disgusting instead of just quickly walking by you on the sidewalk! That was really MY mistake, kind sir. Thinking back, I really should have just gone ahead and done that, because right now I could be having SO much more fun cleaning mud and god knows what else off my shoes and my apartment and apologising to my building's janitor for tracking all that throughout my building! Gosh, I really, TRULLY, DEEPLY, am SO, SO, SOOOOO sorry!!! I'm such a fucking bitch! Ugh! Wow, don't worry though, your sarcastic little fuckface sure taught me! I won't ever dare to walk on a PUBLIC FUCKING SIDEWALK EVER again. —Go fuck yourself and your fucking fence, Asswhipe.