Crazy cows !

I`m back!   This is about crazy cows , more of which in a moment. I rather like this piccie that was sent to me, however, I have what I call my Fun File in which I save all my funny emails. I really do love many of these because they do cheer me up. So if anyone out there has any funnies that they would like to share please feel free send any my way!

The weather looks threatening again. Sometimes I wonder why we dont all sell up and move to sunnier climes. But being British I suppose many would find something else to complain about,the weather, the food, the language, mosquitos, the list would go on for ever. So we all just have to put up with it, and we probably like it this way really. Anyway perhaps hot,sunny places are better for holidays.

Holidays, now thats just what I`m looking forward to. Our yearly jaunt to Dorset at the beginning of Sept. The weather is usually good. The cottage we stay in is very pretty with a sea view and the food is fantastic. The only drawback is the field next to our cottage is full of crazy cows. A bit like the one pictured. In fact cows and me have a bit of a history. I like to think that I`m a calm, rational person, but put me in a field with a herd of bloodthirsty freesian heifers then I am reduced to a jibbering wreck.. They just terrify me, if I`m faced with one, what do I do run. Now what does a cow do if someone runs away?  Well they chase them , thats what. Now out of the field I`m totally aware of this and think to myself if I`m ever confronted again, what will I do. Walk calmly away.  But there I am enjoying my early morning walk with the dog, and there they are. Now the thing is they were not in the field when I left the cottage. But now I`m on my way back, they have been milked and let out into the  meadow. Now there is only one way back home and that is through the field. What can I do but be brave and take the bull by the horns , so to speak. Any way I decided that is the only course of action so off I go. Every couple of steps I look over my shoulder to see if they are following me. No so I carry on, just 20 yards or so to go, looking round again, there they are coming over,  moving a little too quickly for my liking. All at once they start to get up a  little trot and scenes from Rawhide start running through my mind ! Off I run dragging my poor pooch behind me and I get to the stile just in time to see they are.......not gaining on me but have stopped to eat the grass!   

So I am just paranoid about cows, but it makes me wonder just who is really the crazy cow !

Thats it for now. Does anyway else have a particular aversion to something that they can share? Pet hates please, on a postcard...........Bye for now