The week started with bulls. Yes, bulls. You know those big creatures that have horns?
We live out in farm country. We have deer, fox, turkey wandering our yard, as well as the usual birds and chipmunks and squirrels. We had a few pigs from the farm that surrounds our house. We've had horses walking down the street from the horse rescue farm. We live across from an apple orchard. So animals are normal for us.
But bulls. Not something we expected. And not at midnight on Monday morning.
There is a longhorn cow farm a few streets over and across a major road. You can read about the farm and see pictures of the cows here.
The bulls decided not to stay in their barn and went wandering. They decided our house looked like a better barn and started knocking on the sides of the house to get in. Needless to say, a call to 911 and a trip from the farmer and 2 trips from the sheriff later, the bulls were rounded up and back home and we were wide awake at 2am.
I was hopeful that Tuesday would be a better day and I could start the week over. But that was not to be either.
I brought our 20 year old dog to the vet for a rabies shot to renew her dog license. She was too ill to receive the shot and given the other conditions she had, including a recent lack of eating and prolonged sleeping, we decided it was best to put her down.
We had lots of wonderful memories with Jazz over the years. From trips to camp to being a pillow for Dan to being loved on by Shelby, she had some wonderful years.
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