I was raised in a one-pet family. When I married Jack, it was like going to work for a zoo. He didn't have one dog-- he had many dogs. And horses. And cattle. And chickens. And baby calves from the feedlot for us to raise. I remember the first one he brought home. The baby calf was so small, it only came up to Jack's knees. Calves this size usually didn't survive, but for some reason this
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