Technically, he's not mine. I didn't set him free. And it's not my fault If he gets eaten by the local wildlife.
Truthfully, I adore him, but he is giving me all sorts of headaches in the milk barn and I've just about had it with our cute, little, fuzzy buddy.
It all began several months ago when our next door neighbor . . .
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