I really love animals, of all types.
I saw an animal in the Mérida, Mexico zoo that caught my attention and I really liked. It was some sort of white deer, which had its antlers partially sawn off. It didn't look unhappy, nor particularly happy. They treat their animals well at this zoo, feeding them plenty of fresh fruits, vegetables, and/or grains, but space is limited, and the temperature is hellacious, reaching over 100 degrees Fahrenheit in the spring. The handlers are kind.
This particular animal was my favorite, because my wife said it reminded her of me: it was enduring, intelligent, and friendly, but it obviously did not have the easiest life. Or the hardest.
My favorite type of animal is the cow. These animals have served humanity so faithfully over the years, having gone extinct in the wild, and people hardly ever think about them, except to perhaps portray them as smelly and gross. They are soft, fuzzy, and friendly, give milk and meat, and have the kindest, most fearful eyes.
One of my dreams is to have a farm one day, with a couple of cows, one really big so I can ride it; I don't want their milk or meat (that is for the goats and chickens respectively), but I would use their manure for fertilizing the cherries and berries.
I saw an animal in the Mérida, Mexico zoo that caught my attention and I really liked. It was some sort of white deer, which had its antlers partially sawn off. It didn't look unhappy, nor particularly happy. They treat their animals well at this zoo, feeding them plenty of fresh fruits, vegetables, and/or grains, but space is limited, and the temperature is hellacious, reaching over 100 degrees Fahrenheit in the spring. The handlers are kind.
This particular animal was my favorite, because my wife said it reminded her of me: it was enduring, intelligent, and friendly, but it obviously did not have the easiest life. Or the hardest.
My favorite type of animal is the cow. These animals have served humanity so faithfully over the years, having gone extinct in the wild, and people hardly ever think about them, except to perhaps portray them as smelly and gross. They are soft, fuzzy, and friendly, give milk and meat, and have the kindest, most fearful eyes.
One of my dreams is to have a farm one day, with a couple of cows, one really big so I can ride it; I don't want their milk or meat (that is for the goats and chickens respectively), but I would use their manure for fertilizing the cherries and berries.
