@WheatenLover I LOVE your nephew’s dogs
. I am so sorry the white dog has passed away. My last Rottweiler was a big girl, but not as big as your nephew’s fella. She was 25” at the shoulder and ~125 pounds. I lost her to bone cancer.
My mom's Rottie died of cancer, too. It was just terrible. She kept my mom safe after her house had been broken into four times. My brother had to con her into taking the dog. He told her he was taking Gretchen to the pound because he was too busy to keep her. No one ever broke into my mother's house again, sadly. I was sorta kinda looking forward to seeing the carnage.
I remember when we moved to the country. My entire childhood, I wanted to marry either a farmer or a forest ranger. Unfortunately, I didn't know any people like that. I got all my information from fiction books. The neighbor dropped by and said he was going to bring his bush hog to the pasture because he'd seen me out there with my collie. I was thrilled. I called my husband right away and told him the neighbor was putting pigs out there to eat the grass. I thought people used goats for that, and I was planning to rent some. I was all set to sit in the woods to take video, until my husband burst my bubble.
Nearly every embarrassing moment of my life has been due to something I said, while in a large group of people, about farm animals that turned out not to be true. There was the time at the zoo that a little kid wanted to know if a cow was a boy or a girl. I said see the horns on his head. That means he is a boy. Of course, it was a cow, not a bull. Yeah, I know what udders are, but I didn't know you had to look down to see what a bovine's gender identity was. This was at Zoo Atlanta.
Also, there is no need to report Hancock Shaker Village for animal abuse because they do not bathe their filthy farm animals every day.
It's also not a good idea to accuse one's husband of ignorance when he doesn't know that the smelliest and ugliest and hairiest animal in the world in not a pig, because pigs are pink, not black, and don't have hair. The animal was some kind of monster and I wanted to know what it really was. This was at Plimoth Plantation.
I was pretty excited about living in the country. I told my husband I was going to buy a couple of dozen chickens at Tractor Supply. He said, where are you going to keep them in the winter. Of course I had the entire enterprise well thought out. I was going to keep them in basement, where the pellet stove was. That dream was scuttled too, which is why I will never get married again. Some men don't understand Great Ideas.
