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I am surprised by how much I grew to like those goofy girls. The dying part is what I dreaded most about having meaties, because I knew they probably wouldn't live to be very old, but what I didn't know about them was how sweet they are. We called them our "feathered dogs" because they would come up to us when we were in their run and stand there and let us pet them. Poor Ethel. I hate it that she only made it to 6 months.... but I guess that's WAY better than if she had gone to a commercial farm....
I am surprised by how much I grew to like those goofy girls. The dying part is what I dreaded most about having meaties, because I knew they probably wouldn't live to be very old, but what I didn't know about them was how sweet they are. We called them our "feathered dogs" because they would come up to us when we were in their run and stand there and let us pet them. Poor Ethel. I hate it that she only made it to 6 months.... but I guess that's WAY better than if she had gone to a commercial farm....
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