Animal Anecdote 31
My ram was a stout Cheviot in case you know sheep and seemed to be proud of the many lambs he sired. Off and on he lost favor and this is one of those times. It was shortly after World War II when new cars were just starting to roll off assembly lines and my father had ordered a Plymouth all metal station wagon a year before. It was the first all metal station wagon made and after Yale U. he would get the first one in our area.
He looked forward to the delivery and when it came he had to display it to our Veterinary Clinic help one of whom was outside in the sheep pasture. I was also witness to the proceedings. Dad got out of the vehicle and as he admired the new car so did our ram. That ram put his head down, seeing his reflection on the shiny side of the car charged right in front of Dad. Dad was furious and chased the ram who, on the other side rammed that side, too. Talking about adding insult to injury.
He said, returning to the dealership where he had picked up the wagon only an hour before the crushed vehicle drew a crowd all with gales of laughter.
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Sunday, September 4, 2011
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