There was a sign near the front door of the home of Mr. P..
"Welcome to the Zoo."
I could hear dogs barking once I rang the doorbell.
Once inside I met the three border collies, three cats, and periodically ducked as the two cockatiels, who had free reign of the house, flew by.
Mr. P. had a good size spot of bird droppings on the left shoulder of his T-shirt.
It didn't seem to bother him so I wasn't going to let it bother me.
Mr. P. was happy, in relatively good shape given his assortment of medical problems and all nine inhabitants of the home seem to get along well together.
I did find a mirror on my return to the office, however, to make sure I was poo free after my visit to the zoo.