No, before we had children probably in 1968, we cared for our rector's dog for a couple weeks the dog didn't die; in doing so we also sat their house, which didn't burn down or anything. In other words, very boring except when the retired Bishop of Spokane dropped by for a visit with the absent rector and we served tea in the flower garden and had an interesting conversation about this and that.
My daughter, when she was young, put one of our gerbils in her purse and accidentally sat on it. That was a traumatic experience. And I, as a five or six year old, cried when my pet heifer was sent to the butchers for our next years meat supply.
Next has already bought their Christmas cards even though they hate it when the stores start putting out Christmas stuff before Thanksgiving or Halloween even.
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