My parents owned 48 acres down in the Redlands above Homestead. We grew okra. I learned to hate okra, spent many a day weeding rows and working with the folks who came up from Florida City to pick.
We had a German Sheperd named Debon. Unfortunately Debon went into a neighbor's fields and killed a calf as the mother was delivering it. Since it was a first time we covered the loss..
Unfortunately Debon got loose a few weeks later and went into the neighbors fields again and killed one calf and injured another to the point it had to be put down.
This time the neighbor got the sheriff involved and we had a choice. Find somewhere where Debon could live or put him down.
So Debon got to be a city dog living in a small fenced backyard up in Sarasota where my Aunt and Uncle lived.
He was one of many animals we acquired when people dumped them out in the sticks. We kept many cats around but only one dog at a time. Others went to the pound.