Growing up in Warners, NY we had a lot of different pets. We had a pony named Tinker, a rooster named Leonard, parakeets Romeo and Juliet, and several dogs and cats.
My dad Arnon’s favorite pet was Leonard--we would keep him in the house when he was little and when he got bigger Dad made a pen for him. My dad had said that when he grew bigger that we would eat him. I cannot even count on my fingers and toes how many times my dad went out to kill him only to end up playing with Leonard instead, then he would come in the house and my Mom (knowing what the answer would be) asked if he had killed Leonard, and he said 'Nope, just went out to play with him'. Mom and I laughed.