another memory

Thinking about cows and our country home last night reminded me of another memory from that time.  When we first moved to the country we had a dachshund named Fritz.  Like me, until that time, Fritz had been a city dweller.  Upon seeing his first cow, standing close to the barn about 500 feet from our house, he took off running toward her barking an excited and very loud greeting.  The cow was not impressed and evidently didn't want to be friends.  She took one look at the noisy little interloper, lowered her head so they were eye to eye and said "Mooooo" in a no nonsense voice.  Fritz got the point and made it back to the house in record time.  He never, ever bothered another cow.  It's too bad he's not still around though.  He would have been a contender in the local weiner dog races.