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I know what you mean. A dear friend had Animal Control show up because somebody'd reported that her horses were wandering around with "blindfolds" on, and were in danger of being hit by cars.
I'm sure you can imagine the thunderous LOLZ when it turned out that the animals in question were safely behind a three-strand electric rope fence, and were, in fact, wearing . . . fly masks.
The New Yorker did give up on the Percheron idea eventually, but a couple years later bought a pair of those weird spotted designer cats that look sort of like ocelots. They hated human beings with a passion, and promptly ran away the minute they could sneak out a window. This must have cured her, I guess, because she never did move on to designer chickens or "Clydesdale Mules."
I know what you mean. A dear friend had Animal Control show up because somebody'd reported that her horses were wandering around with "blindfolds" on, and were in danger of being hit by cars.
I'm sure you can imagine the thunderous LOLZ when it turned out that the animals in question were safely behind a three-strand electric rope fence, and were, in fact, wearing . . . fly masks.
The New Yorker did give up on the Percheron idea eventually, but a couple years later bought a pair of those weird spotted designer cats that look sort of like ocelots. They hated human beings with a passion, and promptly ran away the minute they could sneak out a window. This must have cured her, I guess, because she never did move on to designer chickens or "Clydesdale Mules."