That “dog” minds better than mine does! When I was a kid I traded one of my dads sheep to a fella for a little deer fawn, blended in real good with moms couch and pillows too.
Dad asked me where I got it, and said said he was missing a sheep. He figued it out when the fella said the sheep tasted mighty good.
Dad asked me where I got it, and said said he was missing a sheep. He figued it out when the fella said the sheep tasted mighty good.
