That Black Angus Bastardo…………
Standing at the end of the gate where it met the pipe fencing, I would hold it open while he pushed past the other end. With just enough time, I could climb to the top rung and watch him stride past me. Usually with his nose in the air snubbing me. After the second day of this he came to the fence to flare his huge, wet nostrils at me, pace three times back and forth in front of my perched self before deciding his growling stomach was more important.
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