On Thu, Apr 10, 2008 at 10:54 PM, julie sandoval <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > No, no bullfighting here....she is a little girl. Just a pet....~jules >
i was being funny :) here is another funny one, you can try, an actual true story... when I was a kid and our cow had a calf, my brother told me if i went out and picked the calf up every day, then when it was a big grown cow I would be able to pick it up. I was about 7 years old. So every day I would go out and pick up the calf in my arms, which was a struggle even when it was newborn. By the time it was 6 weeks I was running home from school and spending a couple of hours each day chasing it around the pasture, tackling it, wrestling it to the ground and then struggling with all my might to lift it a little. By the time it was eight weeks old I had scabs and skinned marks all over me, a black eye, all that. My dad worked the midnite shift and slept in the day. He had somehow missed all this but had noticed my scrapes and dings and wondered about them but thought I was playing hard . Then one day I chased the calf down, wrestled it, got my rear end totally whipped, lifted it while it bellowed and thrashed, lifted maybe one foot off the ground and let it go and there was my dad staring at me like what the?!? It is a big family story... Janice Janice -- even good horses have bad days sometimes.
