it's a sad, sad day

well, the day has come. when we decided to keep our rooster, Daddy, we knew that we could get some complaints from the neighbors. its only been eight months since we discovered he was a rooster and started crowing. we mutually decided that if we ever got any complaints from our neighbors that we would find him a home. that day has come (sigh). i can't help but feel sad. he's the only rooster i've ever had and he's been a lot of fun to watch grow. he's super friendly, follows you around when outside, greets us when we come home for lunch and work, watches us through out back door while we cook and eat along side our two dogs, crows outside of our bedroom window on a chair, jumps on my shoes just to stand there and lastly gets along with our dogs! he's a good little rooster dog. we've also gotten to see the traditional "rooster" traits that are quite gallant. if he finds any tasty snacks he squabbles and the girls come running, if we throw out treats he makes sure the girls eat first, if there's danger (normally that's just our sprinklers or a stray cat) he cackles and alerts the girls, he also cackles louder than the girls when they announce that they've laid their egg for the day (seriously, he didn't do any work but cackles alongside the girls proud egg laying accomplishments), and if the girls squawk from us picking them up he cackles and runs towards their squawking to protect them. he's done his job well and it's sad to see him go. i've told kevin to take him immediately to prolong my huge attachment issues to animals. he's going to a good home and will have more hens to watch over and the owner has promise that Daddy will not be a bird that you eat, he's a pet you know. he'll do a great job. silly really, he's just a chicken. i wish there was a way to train him not to crow but that will never happen. no more roosters for us from here on out while we live in the city. good bye Daddy, my dear pet rooster dog.