Well it
is 11:45 A.M. and I am STILL ALIVE.
Somebody up above must love me?
I was
telling a friend about my pack of
GREEN
dogs earlier
this morning. The color
GREEN that
happens every October when the
neighbor turns his cattle loose on
his field of Clover or other such
Feeds bordering my land. What goes
in
GREEN,
comes out
GREEN.....................and
the dogs simply must roll in it!!!
Then it
was time to head out and feed my
horses. Now this is a morning task
that I normally love doing.
But not today!!! I threw
my back out a few days ago and just
walking, let alone pitching hay is
not good. But work goes on so best
not to cry the blues about
it.....................................
Anyway, I walk
slowly out to the hay bale and the
dogs immediately tangle with
something unseen around the corner
of my 16 foot high wind break for
the horses. They are howling and
have something cornered? I walk
slowly around the corner of the wind
break and come face to face with a
VERY
FIGHTING MAD BLACK BULL.........................surrounded
by my pack of 10 to 15 pound
harassing dogs. Why is he mad you
may ask??? Because of the silly
dogs harassing him , that is why.
He is a nice young bull, just not
about to be molested by a pack of
dogs quietly without retaliating.
Can't blame this young bull in the
least?
Mr. Bull takes one look at
me and charges me. A black Freight
Train coming full blast with a
crazed bellow instead of a whistle.
Now in
my younger days I would have just
jumped the fence closest
to me...................... but my
younger days are LONG
GONE......................and I
couldn't run or jump with my back
today to save my
soul.............................
The best I had time to do in those
scant couple of seconds was reach
the fence and plaster myself tight
against
it...........................
Mr. Bull missed me by about an inch
as he blew by...........................the
dogs hot on his heels. I did manage
to climb the fence by the time he
turned to face the tormenting dogs.
He mowed them down, left, right and
center...........................they
were scrambling like mad to get up
and get out of his
way.............................
To make
a long storey short, I survived, all
the dogs survived although some of
them are bruised up pretty bad. And
Mr. Bull, he tore out two strands of
my 4 wire fence going back to his
own pasture with his cows.
Well
hopefully that is my only excitement
for today!!! I
really am too old to play
"Matador"
anymore. It hurts to get
old.................................
NOTE TO SELF: Buy Adult
Diapers today in town so I have them
on hand for the next time!!!
