It's already a fucking bitch getting around EM on weekends, what with the tight quarters, vendors stacked on top of each other, and huge crowds since the building re-opened. But why does every typical selfish asshole with a pet decide "You know, it's a beautiful day outside. Let's bring both of our 40-pound, out-of-fucking-control mutts to an overly-crowded place that no one can get around at without walking on top of each other." Seriously. Usually, strollers are the bane of my existence, but I understand the costs of child care, babysitters, and it's kind of hard to carry bigger toddlers around. But LEAVE YOU FUCKING DOGS AT HOME! Yeah, I know. You want everyone to pay attention to YOU because of how cute your fucking mutts are. Heaven forbid you actually do something in your life that doesn't draw attention to yourself. That would take away all the charm of living in the District.
If you want to walk you dogs, walk you fucking dogs. Parade them up and fucking down Pennsylvania, take them up to the park, jerk them off on the sidewalk in front of your crib for all I care. Just don't fucking bring them up to Eastern Market.
Strollers are next.