It recently occurred to me that there is one thing MisFit Farm lacks.
It isn’t kibble
Or room to run
We ARE curiously devoid of dominance humping. I do not know if this is a happy by-product of the missing limbs or other orthopedic issues many of us brandish, if our pack order is so well-established under Mercy’s domain attempting to express dominance is pointless, or if our pack dynamic is so dysfunctional no one wants to hump his or her way to the top of the heap.
Whatever the reason, and for all the blessings we can boast in spades, I confess my delight in this one particular lack.