Dakota

Had to make a quick trip to the house this morning just at the end of milking. I was in a hurry to call the propane company and thus was dismayed to discover a medium-sized heifer on the lawn behind the house. However, to my complete and utter amazement she gave a happy little hop and moo and started right down the hill to me. I threw some chicken feed pellets in a bucket that was handy there by the back door and headed to the barn. She trotted happily along behind me at peace with her world and glad of my company until we had to pass Nick's kennel. He was reacting to her presence about like any frustrated Border collie would and she was afraid to pass his triple strength screaming black turmoil.

"Kennel time!" I bellowed over his tumultuous uproar and he beat a retreat into his dog house and shut up for a moment. From there the trip all the way to the cow barn was uneventful, with the heifer, (I think Dallas's yearling, Dakota), even waiting while I opened the gate for her before proceeding right on through. There are days when I am really, really glad that Liz makes pets out of all her calves. This one isn't even a show calf. Amazing.