I was blessed, growing up, to be allowed to have pets, and to take part in caring for the varied livestock we had while I was growing up. I got to have, as a horse-mad young girl, not only a pony, but a mustang, and a foal, and one of my riding teachers had been a real live cowboy. We always had cats, dogs, and sometimes more exotic animals – I’m thinking of the year my parents decided they were going to farm Silver Fox, and we girls wound up with a big cage full of mice in our room.
I wrote about animals and the future today over at Mad Genius Club, talking about which ones would make the cut when the very expensive trip to the stars begins. I mentioned livestock guardian dogs in that essay, but after it was published it dawned on me: can you imagine a Border Collie on a Spaceship? Oh my word… I started giggling my head off and our lazy pooch lifted her head and looked at me funny before returning to her nap.
One of the series of books I devoured was James Herriot’s classic series about being a vet. I was surprised and delighted today to realize that it is on Kindle Unlimited. I’d given my paper copies of it to my children ages ago, and they have disappeared. But I think I will use the promise of a chapter or two as a carrot to keep me working through the math homework I have on tap for today.