Not really country, but three years ago, my dad found a rat in our garage that was the size of a small dog, so he shot it with a BB gun and we weighed him, came out ten pounds...six pounds heavier then my chihuahua. Yeah, we named him Old Bob. Next day, my mom brought home a cat. I guess she couldn't stand the fact of ten pound rats running around.
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Country Living
RandomEver wonder what it's like to be country? Country already? Come for some weird stories? Want me to stop making this description sound like a commercial for car insurance? Well today is your lucky day! This book is filled with day to day life experie...
