OT: More on cows

[Tom Keats]

In article <[email protected]>,
Rick Onanian <[email protected]> writes:
> On Sat, 24 Jul 2004 20:48:13 GMT, the black rose
> <[email protected]> wrote:
>>Rick Onanian wrote:
>>> Headless poultry is cool.
>>
>>I'm a little concerned about your mental health, cupcake.
>
> Mmmmmm....cupcakes....
>
> I'm hungry.

I consider muffins as failed cupcakes.

Once my girlfriend got a bee in her bonnet about the junk
food people feed the critters in Stanley Park. She tried to
offset the damage with what she considered "healthy" stuff --
bran muffins, hippie health food shop items made with carob,
etc. The looks the raccoons gave her would have stopped a
ship's chronometer.

I ended up having to scarph all that cardboard-y **** down;
no one else would eat it. Not even her.


cheers, & gooey sour cream icing, & anything is good w/
chocolate on it,
Tom

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[Bill Baka]

On Wed, 28 Jul 2004 23:17:47 GMT, the black rose
<[email protected]> wrote:

> Bill Baka wrote:
>> Old subject but I thought some might relate to this.
>> On one particular route that I take there is a farm with 2 dogs
>> that are not leashed or fenced in. The first few times I went
>> past this farm I just sped up. Then I had a huge headwind and
>> had to stop and face the dogs. After a few minutes they approached
>> close enough to touch, so I figured "What the heck." and tried
>> petting one. After a minute of wondering what was going on the
>> other came up to me and after a few doggie sniffs I was petting
>> him too. Now I have a different kind of problem in that every
>> time I pass this farm they come running up to me and
>> EXPECT to get some attention so I stop and oblige.
>> At least I know they are not interested in actually biting.
>
> Many dogs are bluffing. That said, of course, you can never tell which
> ones those are.
>
> Last time a dog chased me, it was some mop-like creature. I popped it
> on the nose with the sole of my riding shoe; that stopped it dead in its
> tracks for some reason.
>
> -km
>
As a further note on this there was on dog who would chase me with the fur
on his back up and looking ready to bite. I got sick of this daily routine
and turned to chase the dog. His bark suddenly turned into a yipe and I
chased him all the way back to his yard. After that he gave up chasing me.
Now if I can only figure out dog psycholigy for the other mutts that chase.
Bill Baka



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