(C) Daily Kos This story was originally published by Daily Kos and is unaltered. . . . . . . . . . . PWB Peeps; The Ballinknock Kronnikuls - 'Til The Cows Come Home [1] ['This Content Is Not Subject To Review Daily Kos Staff Prior To Publication.', 'Backgroundurl Avatar_Large', 'Nickname', 'Joined', 'Created_At', 'Story Count', 'N_Stories', 'Comment Count', 'N_Comments', 'Popular Tags'] Date: 2023-02-16 Bring a beverage, grab a seat, take the bull by the horns! (You go ahead. I'll just watch) I’M a “dogie”, NOT a doggy! See yez! A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦 Do not troll the diary. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul. Please do share pics of your fur kids! If you have health/behavior issues with your pets, feel free to bring it to the community. Pooties are cats; Woozles are dogs. Birds... are birds! Peeps are people. Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. If you’re having “issues” with another Kossack, keep it “out there.” This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly. There are some pics we never post: snakes, creepy crawlies, any and all photos that depict or encourage human cruelty toward animals. These are considered “out of bounds” and will not be tolerated. If we alert you to it, please remember that we do have phobic peeps who react strongly to them. If you keep posting banned pics...well then...the Tigress will have to take matters in hand. Or, paw. Ballinknock is bordered on the south side by approximately 100 acres which function as grazing land for some cattle. They aren’t always at our end of that land, so Zee and ‘Risa don’t see them regularly. As a result, when they do see them, well … “Sumbodee pushd ober da liddle boi stachoo...” Pushing the mute button on the television remote, I listened for a moment, then sighed. Sure enough, Zee was out in the kennel complaining enthusiastically about something, and if I’ve learned anything about him in three-plus years, it’s that he wasn’t quitting the campaign anytime soon. Drat! It was getting to the point that I wouldn’t be able to hear the TV. Well, we all know that can’t be right! I heaved myself off the couch. ”Where we goin?!” ‘Risa asked me. ”I need to see what he’s barking at, so I can get him to quit,” I groused, heading for the side door. She dashed ahead of me and out through the dog door. I stepped out onto the landing and peered around. Zee threw a glance over his shoulder and then resumed his tirade. Cud yoo mooove over, plz “There! There they are, right there! GO AWAY NOW,” he shouted. I looked where he indicated, and saw a neighbor’s black leg through the trees, on the other side of the fence. ”Oh, for the love of… I apologize for my knothead!” I called to the cows grazing where they had every right to be, and then turned to Zee in the kennel. What’s wrong with this picture?! No, really. Ask yourself. Didn’t your day just get a whole lot better, simply knowing you don’t have to figure out how to fix this?! ”Buddy, we’ve had this conversation before — those cattle LIVE there, and we don’t own that land! You need to hush,” I concluded, shaking my head as I went back into the house. He barked for a few minutes more, then finally trotted inside. ”Y’know, Mr. Smart-aleck, you’d be surprised what a cow could do to you, if you really peeved one. You ought to show some respect — they’ve been known to plow right through fennciiinng...” I let my voice trail off. Some in the herd might be over-achievers... “G’head — dunk me!” Too mooooony cookies. Zee did whatever it is dogs do that translates as a shrug. “They’re just food,” he remarked indifferently. Well, that did it! ”Now you listen to me and you listen good, mister,” I growled. “That they are food is all the more reason to show respect. It isn’t very heroic that you can cripple one old woman with a bite,” I scolded. He shrank into himself, but I was determined to make my point. “They are food, sure. But food that an entire pack of experienced wolves would think long and hard about taking on, and you would likely get dead trying. So there’s that. But more importantly — You. Do. NOT. Disrespect. Food. In. My. House.” I stared at him meaningfully. At the very least. I’m gonna suggest you move faster, pootie. Rilly. Better yet, stay on the safe side of the fence! “Next time I hear you yelling at those neighbors, you’d better be singing a love song! Are we clear?” He looked thoroughly abashed. Oh, yak. Cowlicks. One of these things is not like the other ….! (So also is the ‘nother unlike the one...) Well, they do say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery... ‘Risa, on the other hand, looked a trifle too smug for my own happy, what with Zee getting chastised, so I stabbed my finger at her. “That goes for you, too, Missy!” I shot. She blinked and then focused on looking completely innocent. She’s not very good at that! Well, she has to live somewhere. sigh That’s it this time, Peeps! We all know that my boy is going to continue to bark at the cattle, and I’ll continue to apologize for him. Y’all please stay safe — you can’t help being brilliant! Meanwhile …. 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