All the Joys of Pet Ownership
Later, Bobby and I are sitting on the patio and Alex is, of course, pooping. And again having a rough time of it. When he came back, he smelled very strongly of ... well, you know. So I checked under his tail and, sure enough, he was a mess back there. So I went into the house for some paper towels and got Bobby to hold him (Bobby is squicked by that sort of thing so anything poop- or vomit-related is a Mommy job) and, upon parting his feathers a bit better, discovered that he had a huge clump of grass hanging out of his arse.
Ummm ... yuck.
So that was fun. Having had dogs all of my life, I've done all manner of gross dog-related tasks (mostly involving poop or vomit because dogs are dogs and, upon encountering something unfamiliar, immediately think, "Hmmm. I don't know what this is. I think I'll eat it.") but this one was a first and, hopefully, a last. I told Alex, "Xan, you're not a herbivore. You can't digest cellulose. So stop eating so much grass that you bind yourself so badly that Mommy has to pull your poop out of your butt for you."
Speaking of animals, the Felagund Family flock is about to get bigger. Literally. Bobby called the town office today and received confirmation that, yes, we can have chickens. Not only that but, apparently, our humble three-quarter-acre residential lot is actually zoned for light agriculture! So we could till up the backyard, plant row crops, and sell them on the roadside if we wanted to. (Actually, after getting over my initial surprise, our zoning made perfect sense since our neighbor across the street does sell organic lettuce and eggs.) We cannot, apparently, have a cow, though, which sucks.
But, as I told Bobby, we were getting chickens no matter what the town said. I was fully prepared to pull a Henry David Thoreau on the Manchester bureaucracy and go all civil disobedient and keep chickens whether they were allowed or not. Two reasons why. Firstly, there are three other houses on our street that I know of with chickens. It's like the time my dad was trying to get a pool permit, and the county tried to deny him, and he pointed out all of the houses on the street that had built pools without permits, while he was trying to go about things legitimately and honestly and give the county their cut in fees. Secondly, sustainability is the closest thing I have to a religion. So there. >:-Þ
While I'm babbling about the town, Bobby and I went to the fire department carnival last Thursday, and I saw five of my students there. I told Bobby that, if I get a job at Manchester Valley, like I hope, when my certification's done, then I will probably know half the kids and parents at the carnival before long.