What Up, Dog?
This should be a post about the chihuahuas.
Surprisingly, it’s not.
Or perhaps I should say it’s unsurprisingly, because you’re used to getting disappointed by reading my posts.
If the sun’s out, would it be sunsurprisingly? Point to ponder there, eh?
So ponder it.
I’ll wait.
Did you ponder it?
So, what did you come up with?
Anything? Anything at all?
Well, well. How now, muddy-colored bovine? How now?
What if you could have a cow the size of a chihuahua?
That’d be cool.
But could you train them to use a puppy pad or to wait until they went outside?
I don’t know if anyone’s trained a full-sized cow to use proper toiletry areas, so I am doubtful a little cow could learn.
But, you never know, right?
Tell you what… I’ll let you try it first. Not sure I want cow patties all over the living room floor.
You know how strange that is? Cow patties? Now, say beef patties and you’re thinking special sauce, lettuce and cheese. But, when I write cow patties, you’re thinking something completely different.
Weird, right?



Sign me up for 200 mini cows. I am building a mini farm in my den. I just cannot wait till the D barn is done with my office and cigar lounge upstairs.