I know that sounds awful. I do feel a little guilty sayin’ it, but it’s true! Of course, I do feel bad for whos’ever critter it is.
And many’s the time I’ve driven ’em down my lane and penned ’em up and called the owner of the wandering beast.
Chasin’ somebody else’s cow back where she belongs is kinda like drivin’ a rented car. You do your best but you don’t worry about the outcome quite as much. ’Specially if there’s three or four neighbors helpin’!
Or passing motorists who are always willing to help. They’re usually about as much help as a town dog, but they’re enthusiastic! There’s something that draws these good Samaritans, like a car wreck or someone threatening to jump off a bridge!
If things are getting out of hand, there’s always the possibility you can take down your rope and get a shot or two at her before she crawls through the fence! ’Course, if it’s your cow, it’s different!
You’re racin’ around tryin’ to get the lower pasture gate open whilst keepin’ an eye on her last reported position. You’re shouting orders at members of your family and the neighborhood pets, stationing motorists to slow down traffic and mostly makin’ a fool of yourself.
The cow, on the other hand, has developed amnesia!...
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