your dad doesn’t sound like he ought to be allowed to own animals
Since he’s no longer on this earth he doesn’t own any.
We had a long history of bitter disagreements of how animals should be treated.
My mom just hates them.
I’m not sure where *I* came from.
:)
When he discovered we’d been sneaking up on the ridge after dark to feed the goat, he threatened to shoot him if he caught us doing it again.
So...we carefully calculated how much the goat would eat/drink by dawn and leave no “evidence” of us having fed him.
Critter commandos!
:D
Oddly enough, my mom interceded when dad wanted him back and convinced him to let me keep him.
Never could figure out why she did that.