Thursday, October 27, 2011
Gotta Love those Horns
" Excuse me Ripton, but may I have a word with you?" I inquired
"Well, I suppose, not much going on other than standing around in the mud. Perhaps you would like to discuss my breeding assistance, afterall it is late October, " Ripton replied.
"Well actually I would like to discuss the status of this gate. Is there any reason why you feel the need to beat the crap out of it? I mean the last time I checked, the gate was not bullying you or lashing out and swinging open to hit you in the head, " I so calmly pointed out.
" Oh sure, its always the horned guys fault. Its never the polled guys fault. They are so sweet and innocent. Have you noticed there are 2 of them and one of me? I have to constantly watch my back, its down right terrifying at times!" Ripton proclaimed.
"Shall I point out Ripton that you broke Rutland's back leg last year? Or perhaps we should discuss the wall you took out in the barn?" I offered back.
"Don't talk to me. I need to speak to my attorney. Please. I need my personal space. I am feeling pressured. I need to find a fence post."