I’m a city dog. I’ve wandered through the concrete jungles of Los Angeles, Portland, New York, and Philadelphia. While I have seen cows from the window of a moving car, I don’t get the chance to see them up close and personal. Until today.
 And I do NOT trust them.
It does appear that these bogus bovines aren’t real – but that doesn’t matter. Papier mache or made o’ meat, I am weirded out by them.
Whenever I would get close, they wouldn’t move, but kept looking at me with their painted, beady eyes.
Did I mention that I NOT trust them?
I mean, they looked cool and all. BUT STILL
I like milk as much as anyone. Especially when it’s made into ice cream. But this fresh from the source? Hm.
Those eyes just look too damn real. By this time I knew that the cows couldn’t hurt me, but there was something about this one’s eyes that seemed to follow me…
Yes, we went to try to milk this cow. No milk today, apparently. Maybe she needs some more grass.
Love,
Bogart
