AP Photo/James Nord, File Country folks sometimes have to deal with things in ways that their urban counterparts don’t quite understand. I remember when my mother had a small dog she had picked up somewhere; a friendly little thing, good-natured, not very smart, but she loved the little mutt. But in time, it got old and sick, then a swelling on one side of its head and a protruding eye, along with what became constant whines of pain, prompted a call to the vet – who was 80 miles away. The vet said it sounded like a brain tumor, not at all unusual in a dog that was 15 years old.
Mom and Dad talked about what to do. The vet was a long way away. The poor dog was suffering. So Dad did what had to be done; he took the suffering animal outside, took his .22 rifle, and […]
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