Separate The Dogs From The Goats

(It’s the year 2000 and my family has just moved from a suburban part of Santa Cruz county to a rural farming area. I’m fourteen and my sister is thirteen. My dad is taking us to our schools in the morning and we pass a small ranch on our road. My sister looks out the window at their animals.)

Sister: “Woah! What happened to their dogs?!”

Me: “[Sister], those are goats.”

Sister: “Oh.”