Cows.

I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I might just be a country person after all.
Don't get all excited about it though, because I still hate the smells....and the mess....and the wild creatures/rodents that hang out where it is quiet.
But I do love Ike and Duke the horses.
Mostly because they let me kiss them and call them foolish love-y names.....
....but also because they eat our grass and keep some of the wildlife away.

I also enjoy cows.
I know, I know.  I have expressed my love of the Bovidae family before, but when we went to the Royal Winter Fair on the weekend, my love of the beauties was rekindled and I am convinced we need to have a few.
As pets though.
Not food.
But......
I wouldn't want a bull because they are big....have balls to the ground and look at me like they want to eat me.

Or sit on me.


But a few friendly, pretty girl cows named Mabel and Maude would make me happy.

Cows that come to me when they are called.
Cows that let me shower them with the hose, brush their "fur" and blow dry it with heavy duty blowers like they do at the fancy shmancy farm shows.
Maybe they would even let me put a few pink bows in to make them look purrty.

I am a simple person.  

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