krunkazphuk said
In the country (before part of my family went batshit hoarder) we had a horse & fed stray everything. Our old horse (Bones) would bring his feed bucket to me and drop it at my feet. When he saw my father-in-law, though, Bones would pick up the bucket and fling it farther out into the field. Wish I had taught him to do that, but no one taught him anything.    

Speaking of horses, we grew up in a sort of shack until my dad's electric business took off. For a few years, we had horses. I was too young to remember but one time the pinted horse named Beauty bit my dad on the shoulder. He said it was the worst pain he had ever felt in his life, and almost blew the horse's head off.... even farther back, my mom said our horse got loose and the neighbor literally rode his own horse down the road and into fields with a lasso to catch her. He was successful. If you were to see this dude that caught our horse, he looked like Charles Manson, it was just a funny aesthetic to my mom lol.

My mother in law raises donkies and mules, for reasons I don't get lol. They are typically peaceful, however once olne threw her off and she broke her hip. Even the foolish donkey is capable of shenanigans, I learned.

I've got a cow story for you.

My first time eating LSD, I was between 13 and 15. We had a big random party at my dad's, 7 miles into the country. A bunch of folks ate some mad hatters and we had quite an interesting night. Short clips of things I remember are: my friend hiding in the closet because he thought the box of Zany Fruit cereal was attacking him... seeing a girl smiling crazily by a tiny bonfire who sent shivers down my spine... at least 3 couple had sex in the upstairs garage spot... I spent part of my trip with a hammer, fixing some baseboards on my bed because another couple of couples kept having sex and breaking it... seeing my first visuals, one was a simple neon red box with a neon green S.... then, the next day...

Maybe six people stayed the night. When we awoke, my future wife and brother and friends walked outside.

There was a cow in our yard. Just chilling.

We are country folks so it wasn't too odd, but my city slicker homies were laughing like lunatics.

We called local farmers to see if they were missing one, but when we went back outside (after like an hour of petting the cow which my girl named Pussingface), it disappeared.

Speaking of zebras now.... my brother moved with his chick to urban Philly for a brief period. Lots of creepy things happening there. They stayed at this apartment with an older girl who hated my brother because she wanted to fuck his girl. Anyway, the girl was rich, and had a pet zebra that recently died. So packed in their freezer was zebra meat: she ate it for some reason.

My dad had a pet raccoon. All I know is that his dad would come home and slam the raccoon against the wall, because he was evil. Later on he raped and murdered a little girl. So, don't trust raccoon abusers. It's a sign.

Damn these aren't happy pet stories.... here's one...

Our white mouse Bruno (from "The Witches") got loose once and disappeared. We thought he was gone, since we had many strays around. We did see him a few times more, tho! He seemed to be living among the sneakier house mice. I like to think he lived a full, happy life as a white mouse in a crazy, multicultural world.