My first encounter with a cow, up close and personal, was at my Uncle Virgil’s farm. I was trying to make friends with a cow which was standing about 10 feet in the field from the whitewashed board fence I was perched on. You must understand that the only animals this young city girl had experiences with were dogs, our pet dogs – and an occasional cat. Dogs love people; they wag their tails, rush over to be petted, lick your face. Even cats saunter up to rub against your legs and purr as you pet them. But this cow was a mystery to me.
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