We visited our daughters near New Orleans two weeks ago. Mary, our youngest, announced that her family
had cut back on the number of pets. She
said the gerbil had died as well as her five, sweet white rats. She relocated to her vet the small rodents
that climbed on everything and glided like flying squirrels. The flightless geese imprinted on her and
starting attacking everyone else, including her daughters, Julia and Anna. The geese are now on a farm.
Okay, they’ve cut back.
I took inventory on what’s left.
Two cats. One stays inside and
the other roams through the doggie door.
Two dogs. One is a jumper so they
put chicken wire above their fence.
Pretty Girl, a bird bigger than a parakeet but smaller than a parrot,
seems to rule the family and the rest of the pets. Then at a remote barn Julia rides Gwava, her
beautiful horse. Dixie is the latest
addition, a miniature horse no bigger than a German Sheppard. Dixie is being trained as a hospital horse.
Mary, you cut back, but you still have enough pets for three or
four families.
We enjoyed our visit at Mary’s home, especially being accepted
by all of the pets.
Seasoned Man
stevelem117@gmail.com
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