The city of Saraland, Alabama is considering an ordinance limiting the number of pets a household can keep. Apparently, there's a woman in town who raises pit bull terriers (it had to be pit bulls, didn't it?) and one of her neighbors has been complaining about the noise and the smell.
Part of me thinks the whole concept of such an ordinance is funny, and part of me wishes Birmingham would instate one. Of course, I don't have a problem with my neighbors -- it's my own home. Three dogs (shih-tzus) and one cat. It's (if you'll excuse the cliché) a zoo. But, as much as I try to avoid admitting it, I love 'em. I can sympathize with the pet owners interviewed in the article. How would we ever decide which pet to part with? I suppose we could have a contest. After a week, whichever dog has had the fewest incidents of antagonizing her sisters, stealing the cat's food, peeing on the carpet, digging up buried treasure from the cat's litter box, knocking over the trash, and waking us up in the middle of the night by barking at the couch is the dog that gets to stay.
Of course with this trio, there'd be a three-way tie, and they'd all be doomed.