As fellow animal lovers, I'm sure you can relate to the moral delimma of of picking up/taking home a stray. I've picked up and either kept or found the original home or rehomed numerous animals. I can't help it. A scruffy dog or homely cat just pulls at my heartstrings to no-end! And then of course, if the animal is black or black/white... I'm a complete heart-over-head-over-heels nutcase! However today, may be the first (and hopefully last) day in history that I didn't attempt to rescue a stray....
November 5, 2002.
A brilliantly crisp, surprisingly chilly autumn day. No place to go, no one to see, nothing particular that needed accomplished... I grabbed my keys, slammed the door, and went for a short drive. Headed north on a busier street (that eventually leads out to the country), I spy THE STRAY.
Of course I noticed it-- it's black and white (and definitely not your typical 'stray' material)--but am I really sure I saw that? A look in the rearview mirror confirms the obvious. "How can...?" I don't know! "Where did...?" I don't know that either but... "Oh My Goodness! WHAT am *I* going to do? I can't leave it there...."
I turn the corner and (eventually) find myself face to face with.... *drumroll please*....... a more-than-half grown Holstein busily munching on someone's lawn.
I *paws* to mention, I know NOTHING about cows except they give milk and like to kick. (And I'm only *really* sure about the latter... I've never actually seen a cow give milk, for all I know milk magically appears on the aisle at the grocery store!)
Uhhh.... "Bessie" looked pretty happy, so I left during the middle of her outstanding "lawn mower imitation" preformance to head back home and telephone the police/animal control.
I couldn't help but wonder.... can you imagine the look on Mom's/Dad's face if I would've managed to get it home?!I mean, I've brought home some pretty unusual strays but that one.... that one would've TAKEN THE CAKE!
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