Monday, December 30, 2024

Waft

I don't know if it's a Highland trait, a cow trait, or just a trait with my cows, but when they get very relaxed with me brushing them, they thank me by belching in my face. Sometimes, my life flashes before my eyes because the breath is so foul. 

Brogan was the reigning king of noxious burps to my face. Well, until tonight. Tonight, Fiona dug deep into her deepest recesses to give me the most potent one imagine. I almost puked. I almost fainted. I was glad I had nothing in my stomach because it wouldn't be there anymore. 

She was so happy and relaxed though! The calmest I've ever seen her. She even let me pluck a loose hay stand from her eyeball with complete trust. I even gave her selfie time (they love seeing themselves on the phone camera)... And then, the waft. Anyone know of any cow breath mints???

Fiona's best selfie shot today