andcuriouser
Active Member
I grew up with dogs, and love 'em.
We had a dog when I lived in Norway. She was a mutt, half wild dog, half something else that was a hopeless mix. We didn't live near a lot of people, so she was kind of my only playmate, other than my sister. My parents told me that she ran away a little while before we moved, but I didn't believe them. Sure enough, I found out a few years later that some sheep farmer shot her because he thought she was picking on the sheep.
We had a dog when I lived in Norway. She was a mutt, half wild dog, half something else that was a hopeless mix. We didn't live near a lot of people, so she was kind of my only playmate, other than my sister. My parents told me that she ran away a little while before we moved, but I didn't believe them. Sure enough, I found out a few years later that some sheep farmer shot her because he thought she was picking on the sheep.