Actually, I was thinking about Dumb Things I've Done for My Dog in whatever thread it was that discussed bullocks, and the perils thereof.

We were walking across one of my uncle's fields many Springs ago and didn't realize that my uncle had turned a shedful of bullocks out for the first time. (They're even friskier when they're fresh out of confinement.) Dog went to check them out then loped off across the field, with bullocks in hot pursuit - weirdly, in single file, so it looked somewhat surreal. Anyhow, "What would I do for my dog?" I thought they'd trample him so I called for him to come to me. THEN realized that with Dog came Bullocks. So we then had a fast moving column of me, Dog, Bullocks. I and Dog ended up knee deep in a river. Well, he was chest deep. I was knee deep, and in wellie-boots that were only mid-calf (no pun intended) high. Yuk.

Mates, through thick and thin. Miss the old hairy beast...

sian