A little background, I am born in the Year of Ox and the month of Bull and I always think of that as the reason for my affinity for cows, YES you heard it right. C-O-W-S! Brown, black, white, furry, hairy, polka dots, I LOVE them ALL ! although Malcolm seemed to have a rather low tolerance for their overpowering methane stench. He could smell them from afar and would scream for us to wind up the car window whenever we were nearing them. It wasn’t long before he was taught the ingenious equation between Cow Dump and Beautiful Place when we made him walked alongside herds of grazing cattle while hiking in Switzerland.
And my recent close encounter with one of them, proves that maybe, this feeling might just be more than one sided.0