Monday Memories—The Useful Pet

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Other than the one Thanksgiving when I was about seven or eight and put three jelly beans in a nest of quilt batting and carried them around in a little square box pretending they were my baby rabbits, I’ve never had my own pet. The kids would argue with that statement and say the chickens are my pets, but I hardly think it right to call something a pet if you got it with the intent to eat it. Though I’ve been surrounded by plenty of animals through the years, with the exception of one, they were useful animals. The dogs and horses were used to help gather and move the cows (the exception, Spider, was a Chihuahua and his little legs didn’t go far or help much. Imagine, if you will, him running down the road after a herd of cows). It remains to be seen if See-more will fall in the useful category or not. For now he is keeping Calvin company, going on walks with me and fetching a knotted rope. You just never know when you might need a knotted rope fetched.