The cow my dad got was sold to him at a steep discount because it was
really sick. We got a cow/calf combo which is how they are sold many
times and the calf was not doing too well either because the mom was
so sick. The idea was to buy the cow on the cheap put in some sweat
equity vet work and boom! Profit. Not profit per se because we
would be eating it so I guess it would be more like savings. Profit
sounds so much better though. The cow had a few bloody and pussy
weeping sores that were supposed to be irrigated and medicated a
couple of time a day but that job was nearly impossible because she
was not really into the whole thing and neither was I so that made us
on the same team versus my dad's desire for a healthy cow. He had the
trump card, however, in that he controlled both of our bodies and
souls and could have us killed, either or both. So, I devised a plan
to keep her still and my face hopefully un-kicked which included
tying her head to the fence rail and her two right legs to the fence
as well. She still tried to fight and kick but was sufficiently
incapacitated to allow for me to dress and bandage and then cut her
loose until next time. She was supposed to be eating grass but she
had come from a feed lot and was confused by living grass and minced
around on it not liking the feel of it under foot. She had gone a few
days without eating much when she discovered that the green squishy
stuff growing from the ground was edible and starvation was averted.
The really nasty thing was that our half idiot dog Beau got a taste
for the bloody pussy mess oozing out of her sores and would chase her
around the pen trying to lick it right from the source. That is what
I think of every time he would lick someones face when they were
cuddling or playing and he was giving them doggy kisses. He also
developed a penchant for biting her tail until it bled and then
licking that so he was slapped and kicked at a lot but he was used to
being in trouble so he would steer clear of punishment with deft
darting. She got better and the calf did as well and Beau eventually
lost interest and she ate all of our over grown weeds and we ate her.
