Every winter the farmer that leases the land I live on turns his cows out on what is left of the corn field after it is harvested.
In other words, the cows come home.
I know, I know...sorry, Charlie.
Since I got Evie in March, she's never seen the cows come home.
I'm not sure she's ever seen a cow at all. She was a little taken-back by the big black beasties.
They didn't really seem to know what to make of her, either.
The cows seemed to stand guard by their calves....
...and I stood guard over little Evie.
And no one knew what to think of Sophie being completely oblivious to this showdown.
Despite Sophie's lack of attention, the showdown did go on for some time. Afterall, the steaks were high.
Finally, the tension broke. I was listening to Pandora on my phone and this old song came on, spurring Evie into a fit of misplaced hysteria.
I tried to get her under control, but my pleas just went in one ear and out da udder.
For butter or for worse, I cud go on all day,