Poor Sirloin, to date the chunky little red calf has enjoyed a very uncomplicated life...milky bar open...milky bar closed. Out to pasture as the sun rose...back to the barn as the sun set. Over the past week, the single brain cell that generated the "must follow mom (mum)" message seems to have split into dual brain action..(1)follow the swinging udder and (2) check out if the human team are paying attention. Fortunately if our attention span wavers Bran the Border Collie doesn't miss the twitch of a bovine ear and when young Sirloin takes an unscheduled detour, Bran's right there to encourage the errant little steer in the right direction. An executive decision (Greg's) has decreed that the little red calf with big attitude must learn to accept the head collar...the little red calf with big attitude has decided that he is going to make Greg pay for the error of his ways. Over the past few days much time has been spent chasing a little red calf in a black head collar around the pasture whilst a very irritated and over protective black momma cow works out her exasperation and wrath against man or beast who happens to cross her path. Greg (the eternal optimist) insists Sirloin will learn the error of his ways.....I (the abiding pessimist) recognize that the little red calf with big attitude has little difficulty evading us right now..... and things can only get worse !
Today I took Greg to Gig Harbor for oral surgery. The good news is that he survived, the even better news is that I drove him home without even a whispered complaint about my (in his opinion) erratic driving. I have constantly drawn his attention to the fact that it isn't my unpredictable driving that is at fault....driving on the right side of the road clearly contributes to inconsistent and hazardous road conditions...now if you drove on the left...! I think that his failure to take deep intakes of breath and heavy sighs was possibly due to the big wodge of gauze in his mouth..but i could be mistaken, maybe he wasn't pressed into the passenger seat, fearing for his life. I'm not judgemental (well, not today, he is sick !)
Time to say goodnight from Gentle Giant Meadows Ranch, take care and keep safe, M