In my mind’s eye, I just pictured our utility room with a horse standing in the middle of it, right alongside the generator and lawnmower, and had to stifle a giggle. ;-)
The really funny part was, the utility room was really big because the house had been converted to a house from an old school. It was 5400 square feet. The utility was the old school kitchen. The horse managed to get himself in the bathroom in the utility room and couldn’t turn around. I had to squeeze in under his belly to back him out. Dad shut the bathroom door after that.
And another time.....he ordered about 500 baby chicks so he could start a laying house. He put the brooder in the diningroom. Mom got up one morning to start breakfast and there were baby chicks all over the house. My four year old brother let them all out.
Another time...he came home with a young horse (foal) in the back seat of the car. He was in management with Bell South and when he went to supervise his “boys” on a job it was at old farm back in the middle of nowhere. The foal was in the mud, couldn’t walk, and was starving. The old man said the big horses wouldn’t let it eat. Dad gave the old man $10 for the foal and brought it home to me.
Dad was born and raised in Chattanooga but after so many years in S. Florida he thought anything below 40 was cold. Sometimes I felt like I lived in a barn but I was taught to love and take care of animals no matter what it took.