WHEN I WAS a kid, my mom worked at an animal shelter. She brought home every animal that was going to be euthanized. We had a pig, a horse, dogs, cats, a goose, a possum, a skunk, raccoons, all living in and around our one-bedroom house in the woods—which Mom called the Funny Farm. I always told her, “One day I’m going to buy you a farm of your own.”