I'm switching back and forth between the Oscars and Van Helsing and honestly, it's a toss-up as to which is worse.

John and I were at the dog park today with Luke, having a nice time. As we made our way to the exit, to leave the park, John went to get Luke's leash. We always hang the leash on the inside fence (lots of people do) so that we don't have to carry it around with us. But this time, someone had stolen it. They left his collar and stole his leash. This is reason #945,178 why I hate living in Florida: never have I met people who are so self-serving. I've yet to see the "Southern hospitality" I heard about for so long.