My wife and I were walking the dogs, and we stopped at the local supermarket. While she popped in, I waited outside with our mutts.
A guy on a bike stopped nearby. An older man, a farmer. Worn cap on his head, trousers a bit too short, dirty hands. A common sight, here out in the countryside.
He walked up to me and started petting my dogs, a Jack Russell and a mixed breed Shepherd/Border Collie.
He seemed genuinely fond of animals, and we started chatting. He ruffled their pelts and smiled.
And then he said: "Breed them for their furs, do you?"
And he meant it. He summed up all kinds of animals you could kill for furs, and which ones he could no longer kill legally.
From then on, I no longer felt comfortable him petting my dogs. Luckily, my wife came out of the store and we walked off.
I'll never leave my dogs unattended again.
And I never thought when I move out to the countryside, I'd end up in "The Hills Have Eyes."
A guy on a bike stopped nearby. An older man, a farmer. Worn cap on his head, trousers a bit too short, dirty hands. A common sight, here out in the countryside.
He walked up to me and started petting my dogs, a Jack Russell and a mixed breed Shepherd/Border Collie.
He seemed genuinely fond of animals, and we started chatting. He ruffled their pelts and smiled.
And then he said: "Breed them for their furs, do you?"
And he meant it. He summed up all kinds of animals you could kill for furs, and which ones he could no longer kill legally.
From then on, I no longer felt comfortable him petting my dogs. Luckily, my wife came out of the store and we walked off.
I'll never leave my dogs unattended again.
And I never thought when I move out to the countryside, I'd end up in "The Hills Have Eyes."
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