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Well, I think animals understand, to some degree, a WHOLE lot more than they're given credit for... We had an Angus bull, PoJo, & the last fall/winter of his life, I drove up to our farm one afternoon, borrowed a horse curry-comb from my sister, & spent the next hour or 2, brushing him, head to toe, stem to stern. Didn't mess w/his head, he didn't like that, but virtually everywhere else, I gave him a 1st class massage/"Going Over"... OMG, he LOVED it. He locked his legs, went to sleep, would "Lean" into me, damn near knocked me over...If I stopped, he'd kinda look back at me, & go, "Mooo" real softly, like, "You ain't done the OTHER side, Big Boy, what's the matter ?!?" He stretched his neck out as far as he could, & of course, I was talking softly to him, telling him how much I loved him, what a Good Boy he was, all that. I never had fooled w/him, I didn't know how docile &"Agreeable" he was. If I had, I would prolly had played w/him more. I DID give him a big, double handful of "Sweet Feed"-Corn, wheat & dried molasses, he tore into that, & then "Slurped" me w/his big ol' tongue upside my rt cheek. Went back a few more times & gave him "The Treatment" again. He died later in the early part of '81. Cattle, if you are around them much, you generally can make friends w/a couple, they are similar to being like big Dogs.. People think they are little more than living hamburgers or Filets, that's PART of it, but they can be lots more. We got PoJo in '65,he "Escaped" to go do Battle w/the Hereford bull at the next farm-THEY have horns, Angus DON'T, me & my Granfather walked down to bring him home. Fritz grabbed him by his ear, says, Come home, Pojo, you're Way out of your element, & walked him back home, moi freaking out over the experience.. Sometimes, I REALLY feel sorry for people who DIDN'T get to grow up on a Farm..
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