Cows, that is… we’ve been fighting a few with foot rot.. so instead of pussy footing around with the dart gun Chance, Tate and I saddled up this afternoon and rode down and found and roped and doctored 4 of them.. if that don’t heal them, I think it’s a lost cause… Tate even thought it was fun, but hot sweaty work.. no one or any livestock were injured in the healing process, tho’ one ol’ cow thought her feelings were hurt a bit and showed her contempt and objections… she was summerly dismissed! And P{pilgrim and Jake were not impressed with her surly character or attitude when she was whacking them with her head, tho’; Tate was grateful for the blows they took, instead of him…