And That's No Bull!

A few times Uncle came to take us out to feed the cows, LW decided to come with us.  Now, if you know LW, you know she has to do things her own way - the path less traveled - the hard way.

She apparently decided that she didn't need no stinkin' feeding trough.  She decided she was going to hand feed the bull.  Of course, she didn't realize at first that this whole feeding thing works much better if you actually have food.  Sorry Mr. Bull, she's really a blond.

Ahh, there now, that's better.

See Mr. Bull checking to make sure she has food.  Fool him once shame on you.. fool him twice.. well, he's no fool.  But just to be on the safe side, he decides to check her out first.  Apparently, if you're a bull, you can tell a lot about a person with a few sniffs.

After this high-level background check, he decides to go in for the kill food.

And then he slips her the tongue - the sly dog.. er.. bull.

Then a little tongue turns into a full fledged tongue grope.

This gives a whole new visual to the term "tongue lashing".

But honestly, it's the big line of drool that really made this an experience to remember.. and that's no bull!  Sorry! I couldn't help myself!

Seriously.. Thoughts?