Opinion

Anderson sidestepped dog ordinance ‘disaster’

To the editor: 

Having lived in rural Kentucky, I understand the difference between city dogs and country dogs. 

That said, I presently live in Jefferson County where, several years ago, a much longer version of the recently proposed Anderson County dog ordinance was passed into law.

Both ordinances can be traced back to the same source. Both ordinances were touted as cures to communities ravaged by dog attacks.

I love my dog. A simple statement, but so true. For those of you who know me, you know just how true it really is. My dog, Molly, is like my baby… literally.

I found her abandoned as a small puppy and I fell in love right away. Yes, I’m one of those “idiots” who treats her dog like a family member. And I’m not alone in this category.

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That laughing you hear (metaphorically speaking, at least) is coming from irresponsible pit bull owners who just finished reading this week’s front page.

Yep, all the hubris and tough talk from the fiscal court earlier this year about making vicious dogs much more difficult to own now resembles what my dog leaves each morning in the back yard.

A pile of you know what.

'I can't beat the city' on wooden crosses

To the editor:

My dad and uncle’s wooden cross meant so much to my family that I have been battling the city for almost four months to keep it up in the cemetery.

I’m sure the people in the community are tired of hearing about it.

I have realized now I can’t beat the city. The city has won this fight.

Swine flu, the flu and cold season. They’re all scary things to even think about and dread. Winter and fall are two great seasons, but the one thing that makes them bad is the flu and colds.

The flu can turn deadly if not taken care of, as can a simple cold. That’s all the more reason to remind ourselves of how to stay away from them.

Screaming for government to be fair is sometimes no different than one sibling quibbling with another over who takes the first bath.

Eventually, everyone gets a good soaking.

Soaked is likely what everyone who owns a septic tank will eventually get, thanks to a crowd of about 50 people who voiced their displeasure during last Wednesday’s board of health meeting.

It’s frightening, really, that the board of health apparently never even considered the tax-base ramifications of building its new $2.1 million health department next door to Wal-Mart.

That decision forever eliminates yet another piece of prime commercial real estate from the property tax rolls, a practice of public agencies here that is all too common and needs to stop.

Just because my husband is six months younger than me doesn’t mean I’m robbing the cradle — even though it might look that way.

Let me explain.

On Sunday, Josh and I were enjoying a relaxing afternoon at home watching TV (I’m sure it was something sports related), when our doorbell rang.

Our doorbell never rings. We almost never have unexpected visitors. We’re usually peering out the windows in anticipation of our guests arriving.

Anyway, the doorbell rang, and Josh answered the door.