PLYMOUTH — By just about any measure, the rooster known as Little G, a waddling, basketball-sized burst of white, brown, and gray feathers, seems a fairly personable and good-natured fellow.

He enjoys apples and the occasional piece of bacon, is known to come when called, and if you were to visit him, he would probably spend much of the evening clucking softly at your feet and glancing up at you with curious, ink-black eyes.

Despite his considerable charm, however, Little G has become the subject of an escalating civic drama, one that has pitted a local family against the town, left neighbors at odds, and raised questions about the elasticity of the term “emotional support animal.’’