Code Enforcement: "It's a pig"
Neighbor: "John, that's one ugly dog."
So I whistled for my 'dog', and fed it some dog food when it came to the whistle.
Sam grumped, and grumped.
But I kept the 'dog' until it was time for a BBQ.
I let paper wasps build nests on the front porch and just point at them when annoying people visit.
'Doesn't play well with others' was on my first report card. ;)
/johnny
I see you didn’t outgrow your first report card. LOL.
I just had a thought. The town where my Grandparents lived used to have a law that preserved the right to have a certain number of chickens etc. That was a holdover from when everyone had a garden and grew their own food.
It could be interesting to find an old law, saying you are allowed to have a pig, a goat, a chicken for each family member etc. Then insist on one’s right to grow food. LOL.
Might just irriate the right people. I’ll put that at the bottom of my list of things to do just for curiousity.
In the early 70s, King Feisal built a state-of-the-art hospital in Riyadh. He hired the best doctors from around the world to staff it. My father-in-law was one. The foreign medical staff all lived in special quarters separate from the general population. One British doctor went home for a visit and brought back a pig. He walked off the plane with it on a leash. This was before the internet. The officials asked him what it was to which the doctor replied, “That my good man, is an English bulldog.” Having never seen one before, the official let it pass. Shortly thereafter, the doctors had a great BBQ.