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Oh, hilarious! If someone invents a pet that doesn't poop, they'll make millions. I'm not holding my breath, though.
Your story reminds me of our former next door neighbors. Not pet people. They had a dog that they kept in the backyard and never spent any time with. The poor thing used to sneak under the fence and come over to visit us for companionship. They got rid of it after about a year.
Then friends of theirs gave them a duckling at Easter. The duck lived in their backyard by itself and they never spent any time with it. They fed it bread crusts and table scraps. The poor thing was so lonely that it tried to flock with the dogs living on the other side of their fenced yard. But the thing that finally did it for me was one day they had a picnic with their Little League group and I watched some kids chasing the duck with a plastic baseball bat tried to hit it, and the adults did nothing. I went over, knocked on their door, and asked them if they'd like my help to rehome their duck. They agreed, so I took the duck to a local bird rehabilitation organization. The poor duck had never had water to swim in and at first didn't know what to do when offered a lake to swim in with other water fowl. After a little while, though, instinct kicked in and the duck started to preen its feathers from its oil gland. I teared up at that.
Then these neighbors got a purebred golden lab puppy. That lasted about a week when they couldn't "train" the puppy to behave the way they wanted it to behave.
Another time, a nest of bluejays hatched out in the bushes right next to their fence. My daughter and I watched the whole process, watched the parents feeding the hatchlings, etc. It was marvelous! The neighbor husband was doing yard work and I mentioned the nest, thinking he wouldn't want to inadvertently knock it down. The next day, I noticed the nest had been knocked down. The #%%%A! did it on purpose.
Some people.
Oh, hilarious! If someone invents a pet that doesn't poop, they'll make millions. I'm not holding my breath, though.
Your story reminds me of our former next door neighbors. Not pet people. They had a dog that they kept in the backyard and never spent any time with. The poor thing used to sneak under the fence and come over to visit us for companionship. They got rid of it after about a year.
Then friends of theirs gave them a duckling at Easter. The duck lived in their backyard by itself and they never spent any time with it. They fed it bread crusts and table scraps. The poor thing was so lonely that it tried to flock with the dogs living on the other side of their fenced yard. But the thing that finally did it for me was one day they had a picnic with their Little League group and I watched some kids chasing the duck with a plastic baseball bat tried to hit it, and the adults did nothing. I went over, knocked on their door, and asked them if they'd like my help to rehome their duck. They agreed, so I took the duck to a local bird rehabilitation organization. The poor duck had never had water to swim in and at first didn't know what to do when offered a lake to swim in with other water fowl. After a little while, though, instinct kicked in and the duck started to preen its feathers from its oil gland. I teared up at that.
Then these neighbors got a purebred golden lab puppy. That lasted about a week when they couldn't "train" the puppy to behave the way they wanted it to behave.
Another time, a nest of bluejays hatched out in the bushes right next to their fence. My daughter and I watched the whole process, watched the parents feeding the hatchlings, etc. It was marvelous! The neighbor husband was doing yard work and I mentioned the nest, thinking he wouldn't want to inadvertently knock it down. The next day, I noticed the nest had been knocked down. The #%%%A! did it on purpose.
Some people.