I was all excited to tell you about the crazy naked people... and then the whole poop-in-my-chewnola thing came up... and then came the mountain climbing... so I never got a chance to tell you about the cows!
Or more like the lack of cows.
OK, so last weekend we went to hike with the cows. Y'know, like we pretty much do every weekend? Well. Even though we were there like we always are, the cows were not. No cows. Zero. Anywhere.
The cows had vanished. And they'd taken their pies with them. We found a few crispy, sun-baked cowpies, but they were totally stale and pretty tasteless. Of course we ate them anyway, but still. It wasn't the same.
I'd gotten kinda close to the T-1 cow family, with their goofy matching monogrammed hides and generous servings of fresh pie. I liked playing chase-me with momma T-1. My human liked to oogle over the cute baby T-1s. Dutch is totally afraid of cows so he's just glad they're gone.
When I asked my human where, exactly, my cow friends went she just sighed and said 'greener pastures'. The pastures where we hike are green, so this makes no sense to me. But cow friends, wherever you are, you (and your pies) are will be missed.