Wolfy, what a great way to get to know each other better.
Eleanor's *cow story* brought back many memories. I grew up on a farm,
and we had a small dairy. Almost all the animals were raised for food,
beef, rabbits, chickens. I HATED that.
There were barn cats. I had a dog once, I don't remember how she came
to me, but I loved her. One day I was taught a lesson. I had not done
my chores (hosing down the dairy barn) fast enough.
That evening my step father took me and my dog Susie for a ride into the
desert. I learned to hate at the age of 9.
I spent all the time I could with the animals, and always liked them more
than any human except my grandma.
46 years ago I married my wonderful husband, our two hooman kids were
born into a family of pets, and were raised on cat hair in the butter.
In the late 70's a neighbor had a ferret, but we thought we could not
have one *because they ate birds*.
We now have 19 animals, and we still like them better than most people.
I have no friends that are not animal people. Relatives are another
story....
Ardith with:
cat, dogs, parrots, desert tortoises, donkeys, fishies, tarantula,
hedgehog, ferrets.
oh.... pet rock
[Posted in FML issue 5269]
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