Prairie dogs make endearing and unforgettable pets.
I could not have been more than a year or two old, but I can remember his bean bins and pickle barrels as if it was yesterday. He'd pick me up and put me on his lap, open the door and take out one of the bottles of milk. The velvety cream that had risen to the top of the bottle would slide over my tongue and down my throat. It was rich, and delicious. But the best part was that I was the special one that got to taste it and then lick the thicker cream that stuck to the bottom of the paper cap.