Tucker and I loaded up Friday afternoon for a trip to GA while Andrew headed to AL to meet the "boys" for "Guy's Golf Weekend." The purpose for my trip was a baby shower for a childhood friend and the chance to see another expecting friend whose shower I missed, plus seeing another unexpecting friend and seeing Mom and Dad.
The shower was wonderful and it was great to catch up with old friends. Tucker went with Mom and Dad to a 1 year old birthday party. I am told he had at least 12 hands on him at all times and he was a saint. (That's my good boy...)
When I returned from the shower, I noticed a bovine standing on the RR just down the street. Come to find out it was a 2200 pound bull...and its owner (and pretty much their whole family was out of town). After watching the owner's brother and brother-in-law and Dad try to load the bull in an open pasture and busting a gut from laughing so hard at the attempts...the brothers decided they had to go watch the UGA game and they would come back with the older brother - the owner - the next day.
The bull ended up at M & D's for the night while Mom's horse was moved to the pasture where the bull should have been. FYI - that is about a 5 foot tall fence - and that sucker was mean. He charged everyone (hence the busting a gut).
Tucker had too much fun and did not take his regular 6 hours of naps on Saturday, so he was one sleepy puppy by half time of the UGA game. Actually I think this was about the time UGA had 3rd & 57.
Then Tucker and I packed up and headed back to Mississippi...
2 comments:
those bulls can be mean--once when i was little i watched two of them fight until one of them won and the other was dead
...and I'm just seeing a little old fence and a porch separating people from that bull! WHEW!
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