Friday, September 01, 2006

Schmoopie

Most people have pets that weigh in well below, say, 200 pounds on the generous side. My friends are not most people. The girl in this photo is one of two friends who share a love for pets that can gouge you with their six-foot horns, or shatter every single bone in your foot if they accidentally step on you, or drench you in slimy grossness if they lick you or God forbid, sneeze. They share a love for pets that travel in herds. Pets who didn't start out as pets, they started out as a business, but after weekend upon weekend of time spent at the ranch, the bond between human and beast has become undeniable.

Below, one tiny precious baby of which they are particularly fond.

Nevin

4 comments:

Reading said...

He is a handsome devil!

Anonymous said...

my mom always had a problem going out to the ranch because thats where my dad kept the bull that would later become multiple dinners. she always felt guilty.

Duly Inspired said...

Ghost - Trust me, Nevin will live the cushy life of multiple girlfriends with no attachments, weekend curry combs, hay, grain, and green green pastures and wide open blue skies. If my friends could buy him a misting fan for the summers, they would. No Bull was ever more spoiled than this guy. A meal he will not be.

Reading said...

Ghost,
I assure you, this is one spoiled rotten bull that we would never eat but I do know the pain of coming back to the ranch and seeing someone missing only to find them show up on the dinner plate.