That's real progress you've made. Very quick.
I have one other bonkers story about my mother and her animals.
When my parents got the smallholding my mother wanted to make sure the animals were thought of as food, not pets. So the first bullocks she got were called 'Steak' and 'Chips', the first two piglets were 'Apple' and 'Sauce', the first lambs were 'Mint' and 'Rosemary'. However my mother got a calf she was very fond of, a Charolais calf that had to go elsewhere for finishing (the calf was going to get too big for the ground after 18 months old). Anyway, the calf did become a pet, and got all sorts of treats. At about a year old my mother realised the calf was getting fat and needed... not fewer treats, but more exercise.
The solution my mother came up with was one that would not occur to everyone.
Not many people at all.
In fact, I can't think of anyone else who would come up with the solution she adopted.
She took the calf out on her daily dog walk.
And, then not wanting the piglets or lambs to be left out, brought them along too. And the farm cat didn't want to miss out on anything, either. Just to add to the kerfuffle, the [very] free range Bantam Hens usually accompanied the menagerie for the first 200 yards, flying interference above or alongside the lane in short, erratic, bad tempered, hops. So, the walk usually consisted of two humans, two dogs, one cat, two piglets, one calf, two lambs, one cockerel and twelve hens. And they usually did 2-4 miles a day down the local lanes.
I think the locals couldn't make head nor tail of the madwoman at the farm.
Regards,
Richard.