> I don't know. We used to raise cattle, still do on a small scale. They probably
> have a lot to say about me. Except I had a baby mother less bull, that I bottle
> fed, boy did I love him. He'd still be here if all two thousand pounds had not
> decided to walk through the electric fence, the barbed wire and the wooden
> fence. I had to put a cattle prod right on his nose cause he went and stood
> next to the grain barrel and I wasn't going to have time to take his feed to
> the pasture. Had to get him to back up somehow. It worked and he looked at me,
> like, Mommy, what did you do. But he had enormous old fashioned horns, a
> genetic throwback, not an asset, they could gut you in a minute. Sorry for
> carrying on. Love ya all. Sally
>
> "Lunn, Rose M" wrote:
>
> > I love this quote.
> >
> > > "There is an Indian legend which says when a human dies there is a bridge
> > > they must cross to enter into heaven. At the head of that bridge waits
> > > every animal that human encountered during their lifetime. The animals,
> > > based upon what they know of this person, decide which humans may cross
> > > the bridge.... and which are turned away..."
> > > -- Unknown
> > >