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To: abuelita who wrote (33477)	4/24/2004 3:09:51 PM
From: Suma	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 104155

Wow roserrsp................what a beautiful picture.. Is this where you live ? From where was it taken ? I leave Wednesday for mountains in North Carolina. IF and when I get a Digital I will send you some shot from there. Not much water.. Fly fishing streams,a few lakes... Hiking trails and the like. Enjoy YOUR DAY..

To: abuelita who wrote (33477)	4/25/2004 11:17:05 AM
From: Clappy	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 104155

Yesterday I started the morning off by goofing off and watching some silly internet videos. This was one of them: Message 20058717 If it doesn't play you can right-click-it-save-then-play. For you low bandwidth surfers, it's a short clip of a bull hopping over the fence and into the seating area at a bull fighting match. So with this in mind I'll begin my little story... After unplugging from the net I leashed up Wonder Dog and went for that early morning walk we like to do that takes us around a nearby lake. As we walked we noticed the various changes in the area since we walked it last year. (As you can see my exercise regiment has large gaps in it. The reps are there but spaced out in 6 month intervals.) Most of the changes I noticed were visual where the pup's were olfactory in nature as he wished to stop and pee on everything that smelled different. It seemed that some of the old small homes surrounding the lake were being torn down and replaced with larger ones. Many of the old places were for sale. I'm guessing that the working class folks who live there were selling out to builders as their property was becoming a hot commodity. It is refreshing to see the abunance of water fowl and smaller birds haven't been bought out or relocated. I watched a long neck goose do his best immitation of a plastic hunter's decoy. He remained perfectly still watching me while his wife billed through the bog for breakfast. His stretched out neck and head worked like a periscope as followed the dog and I as we walked on. The narrow winding road eventually washes out on a county road that takes us the remaining 3/4 of a mile back to my road. Along it runs the longest white fence I ever saw. It encloses a Gentlemans farm who keeps a handful of goats, a pair of horses and a herd of milking cows. Brown and white ones that look friendly enough to say, "Moo" to. As Wonderdog and I walk along this white fence I notice two cows lock eyes with me. I wonder to myself what they might be thinking. Do they think like me and get a peaceful feeling watching them or do they fear me and the dog. We are now approaching a group of cows who are feeding near the edge of the fence. I see that we are becoming noticed by the entire herd. I get sort of a stage freight sensation as the dog realizes we are the center of attention. He strategically positions himself so that I'm between him and the herd as he tries to prove to them he's not afraid by trying not to walk with his tail between his legs. When I noticed one of the cows had horns and it occurred that it was actually a large Bull, I tired to walk without MY tail between my legs. All of a sudden it hit me that there were a whole lotta young cowlings in that area by the fence. About twenty mothers began giving me a hard stare as they tried to position themselves to protct their children. The bull began squaring his body towards us sort of the way they do in those rings down in Pompalona. I can hear him breathing louder. The dog tries to show that we are not scared by grumbling a growl. I realize that the only thing separating me from that massive animal with a temper is the one inch thick boards of the white fence. I quickly began tabulating the size nails that might have been used to hold them on and whether or not they may have rusted all the way through by now. That is when I began seeing myself in that video that I linked to. I put on a nervous smile trying to say, "Hi, we are actually friendly and come in peace." But the bull could obviously read right through it and see how often I frequent McDonald's and other places that sold cooked versions of his bretheren. I tried to distance myelf better from the fence thinking that the double yellow line in the middle of the road might offer some sort of protective boundary. The bull began approaching the fence a bit faster. My tail was clearly between my legs as I picked up the pace a bit. Luckly for us the herd was nearing the end of their corralled area. It wasn't until we reached this stretch of road where the dog felt brave enough to actually bark at them. I said to Duffy, "Come on, who are you kidding, you were as scared as I was." We walked the rest of the way home contemplating our manhood as we clearly understood what the term "Being BULLied" means. -ClappyTheCOWard P.S. No time to spell check...