A Tale of Two Tails

This fanny pack, plus a bright orange and yellow safety vest, is what I wear litter picking. See the silver water bottle? It's called a Kleen Kanteen, and I love it.



It was given to me by Glenn and Jen, a thank you for keeping Koa fed and entertained for a few weeks one winter while they vacationed some place warm.

Remember Koa? She's the long-legged dog I swear is part giraffe, who de-tailed Pablo parrot one day when I let Koa in and forgot Pablo was out of his cage. I'm not sure who instigated the fight, but I have reason to suspect a little green and yellow bird might be the guilty culprit. When I remembered and raced upstairs to see if the bird was still alive, I found all these feathers acattered around the carpet.





Other than having a sore tail from de-feathering, only Pablo's ego was hurt.

Post-partum mini-tail

Tail feathers

Koa was suitably chastised.


But back to the Kleen Kanteen.

It has a lot of things going for it:

It's much better than the plastic soda bottles I had used.

It's the right size at 27 oz.

It's made of food grade stainless steel.

It's non-toxic.

It's lightweight.

Ice cubes can fit in its wide mouth.

It's dishwasher safe.

It's stronger than my tail bone.

On the downside:

It's stronger than my tailbone.

I found that out by falling on it while trying to back out of a brushy ditch.

Ever since then I've been sitting down very, ve-e-e-e-r-r-r-y carefully.

Stupid bone connected to de tailbone...

[litter bags filled so far this year: 161
grab sticks broken so far this year: 3]