That was a good one, Ralph. The ‘owner’ is a little psycho though, don’t you think? LOL!
My husband’s family raised up an orphaned fawn one year. They named him ‘Rudy’ and he ate cracked corn and dog food, slept in the barn with the cows (or in bed with the kids when they’d sneak him in at night!) but then left the bossom of his adopted family to be a Young Buck when the time was right and the does came a’ callin’! ;)