I want a "Mini". Not the cute little Cooper that has made such a buzz, but a miniature cow. Wouldn't it be phenomenal to not wake up in the morning to the wet nose of your dog, or the disinterest of your cat, but rather the warm udder of your pet cow?
"Come here Bessy - Daddy needs some cream for his coffee!! Here girl..." Then yell at the kids to stop riding the cow, and put the bell back around her neck...the fun is limitless.
Actually - this is a potentially great idea. People have personal gardens - why not small milk sources? Here is the story from the MSNBC.
John S. - thanks for the heads-up on this one!!!
(Stands up and Applauds Gigi for the very punny comments.)
Now you're rolling...keep reading Gigi ;)
Posted by: a.brain | 09/20/2004 at 03:38 PM
This is all udderly fascinating, a trip to the butcher with your pet cow could be a very mooo-ving experience. I think I'd pass on those chickens for the kitchen--that could prove to be quite an exasperating eggs-perience as well.
It may sound a bit corny, but that garden you mentioned is getting a little more "apeeling" as the tail spins....and the manure gets deeper...
Posted by: gigi | 09/20/2004 at 12:21 PM
Butcher - awesome! I need to remember that before I go get the pet chickens for the inside of my house too...
Posted by: a.brain | 09/20/2004 at 06:37 AM
Buddy of mine (by saying this, I really mean a buddy of mine, ie not me) tried this rig...bought a bovine buddy, that is. Only he bought a steer.
His thinking was this: It'll eat the grass so I don't have to cut it. Plus, the poop will be a natural fertilizer keeping the yard rich and green. And he thought it would be an amazing chick-magnet. What girl wouldn't like to see a man's man out working the cattle?...He named it 'dog' and we referred to it as his bull, dog.
Anyway, about 7 months go by and I ask my bro howsit owning a bovine named dog?...how goes the grass cutting experiment?...etc?
Well, bottomline is he's got his hands full...this things doesn't eat the weeds in his yard, but eats the green grass down to the nub and to top it all off it poops (big ol nasty bull/steer type poop) all over everything and slings it all over his neighbor's yard with his tail. Life is not good. Well I get a chuckle outta this, after all it was a fairly grand experiment and we were sure he was gonna learn something!
The end result: after 1 year we gave him a new nickname and had one heckuva party at his house...his new name: Butcher.
Posted by: shadow | 09/19/2004 at 05:11 PM
Maybe this brings me closer to solve one of my problems?
Posted by: orangeguru | 09/17/2004 at 05:23 PM