How would you even know that? I mean, I'm 53 and I don't think I've ever seen those animals before last year. I don't really pet them. I lived on a farm before. Emotional attachments to food are developed after the grilling stage, like right before it goes in mah belly stage. Perhaps we could call that the salt and pepper stage.
I gotta remember to get a small bag of pumpkin spice dough-nuts for my PT chick. She actually asked another therapist about an odd swelling characteristic on my knee. The other, older therapist happily came over and brutalized my thigh. Five days later and the soreness from that rub down is just about gone. All the other therapist said was, "this might hurt". I thought my therapist (PT chick) was already very good at her job. Watching her ask a colleague to help with my issue serves as an indicator that my knee is more important to her than her ego. SWMBO is a pumpkin freak. I am going to solicit her hep in choosing just the right pumpkin flavored token of appreciation.
Then you shall never make it to being a 3 star dummy.
EDIT: Back from the big e. 2 lbs heavier today. Ate a fried Twinky. Saw some Clydesdals and Morgans. It was kind of sad seeing the Shetland Ponies having to give kids rides. They were pretty old and the kid running the ride cared not for them. So then the Clydesdales came galloping over and stomped his ig'nant @ss to death.
The End.