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Exactly!!
It didn't smell like poo, but like shavings with a side-dressing of poo. I thought it was nice and comforting. But then, I was born with the barnyard gene...
I'm fairly sure I got very few genes that weren't barnyard and critter genes. Sadly I got a healthy dose of "rescue" genes, a primary cause of long term poverty but a nice full house of rescue dogs, parrots etc.
The Rescue PROGRAM also does nothing to stop the affliction.
My aunt says I got the barnyard gene
and the hound dog gene. Since DH refuses to let us own a dog I always find homes for the babes I find on the side of the road. So far I've been lucky, and always found a loving home for them. Even better, it's been with friends who could tell me how they're doing!
But it sure has been hard a couple of times, when I knew the dog in need was a GREAT potential companion & guard dog. My grandpa bred & raised enough that I can just kinda tell when a special one comes along. Those are the hardest to let go of.
I think fostering would be so cool. Maybe someday when I'm old and lonely. Cause I have longevity genes, too!
Poor DH. He's not into critters. So he got all stressed out when I let DD2 cuddle a scared bunny the cat dragged home. When it was sufficiently rested it hopped out of her lap and ran off, just like I expected. And by then the cat had gotten bored and gone inside. He was ready to hose DD2 down with Lysol before he'd let her into the house! I said I'd done the same thing when I was a kid, and
I turned out okay. He was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and just walk away