No Bull

JD and I had a little disagreement about what we were doing yesterday. In the end, I won the argument. I took me a while and I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to.


Convincing and overgrown bottle calf that is still a bull to get in the trailer took a little more effort than I originally thought, but he finally got in. Unfortunately for you, I didn’t get to take any pictures of our disagreement. If someone had been around to take them, they would have been enjoyable.

Once we got to the vet clinic, he acted like he was always being led around. He walked right into the chute, totally unsuspecting of what was about to come. He was not a happy guy. Actually, he is a little less of a man now.


He loaded back up fairly easily but won’t talk to me anymore.


He had to stay in the trailer over night so I could watch and make sure he wasn’t bleeding too badly from his minor surgery and I didn’t want Chevy or the bucks messing with him or ramming around like they do.


He seems to be better today. Grumpy still with me, but better. No bull, no more.

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