I had to run some errands yesterday and when I returned home there was a horse in my driveway. Yes, a real live horse. No, I did not try to park him in my garage. Instead I called the city animal control. It took four of us to locate the owner and get the animal back inside his fence. He didn’t really want to go. The horse, not the owner.
We live within a city limits, but our little burg is still rural. There are lots of animals - domestic and wild. Since we moved here, we’ve had horses, (this was not our first) sheep, snakes, opossums, coyotes, racoons, goats, guineas, and a partridge that had lost his pear tree.
And, of course there have been a multitude of dogs. Big, little, cute, ugly, nice and mean dogs. It is amazing when you find the owner, they match the dog.
Of all the animals, the worst ones have been humans. There is one neighboring family that everyone in a million mile radius agrees about. I don’t know anyone that these people haven’t made angry. The city police, animal control and code enforcement people know them so well that when someone calls to complain they don’t have to know the name. They have a large file on them.
Back to the horse. He did fertilize my yard. He did tear up some of the lawn. And, he was a bit unruly and stubborn. And, there was the time when my back yard was filled with sheep that had diarrhea.
I wish those neighbors were half as nice.
PMO
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