King was born on my grandparents' farm in Millersville, Missouri (southeast MO, by the bootheel) in 1955. I spent a LOT of time on the farm, and King and I pretty much grew up together. He was extremely tolerant of us kids crawling on him, riding him, etc. but at the same time he was in total command of the farm. He knew the boundaries (even at over a hundred acres), knew what belonged there and what didn't.
He loved his family and kept a watchful "loose eye" over all his charges, human and animal, sometimes from out in the field, sometimes from under the porch. He lay down for the last time in 1970, and was buried on the farm, which is (thankfully) still in our family.
Gail in MO