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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Wanted One Good Cowgirl

Apply here: Must be able to take the smell of calf s--- in the cab of a truck. Must not mind calf s---on your purse. Must be able to drive with a kicking calf in the cab with you. Must be able to tolerate men at the cattle auction laughing at you. One more morning like this morning I'm hangin' up my spurs. I knew there was a catch to John wanting me to go with him so bad this morning. He had decided to take the baby calf to auction because he thinks the mama has a better chance of recovery without the calf suckling the mama that ate too much clover. Gotta rmember this is not a hobby farm or ranch. We were out early and drove everywhere we could on the 400 acres looking for the cow and calf. The last place we looked down the lane to the back forty they were there on the ground resting. Before me and the calf knew it John had grabbed it and got in the passenger side of the truck telling me to get under the wheel and away we went. Over the thirty miles more or less it got a little wild two or three times. I could see it getting on my side making me have a wreck but John was able to contain it and calm it down by talking baby talk and petting it. Lets just say the truck didn't smell like roses when we got there. Yes John has a trailer but it so happened his daughter and her neighbor had borrowed it this morning to take some of their goats to market in Uvalde, Texas. On the way in I was so angry at John I vowed to myself I'm not laying a hand on cleaning this truck or my purse. I'll just throw my purse in the garbage. Well I like that little purse, I've had lots of compliments on it so I did clean it and even went over what John had cleaned in the truck. I always have to laugh to myself when Jack here in blogland calls me a cowgirl because deep inside I know all I am is a wannabe cowgirl. This morning I felt like the real thing.

19 comments:

Wendy said...

Your braver than I am...I would have hog-tied it and threw it in the back of the pick-up!

TexWisGirl said...

laughing out loud! yikes!

Jill said...

Bless your heart, Paula. You sound like a certified cowgirl to me!

TARYTERRE said...

You sound like the REAL deal to me. A COWGIRL, indeed. I would have made him get me a new purse, though.

Donna said...

This cowgirl would have made the calf a bottle baby. Oh, and I don't mind the smell of cow and calf sh** at all. That's why we live right behind a barn.

FrankandMary said...

You are real overall. And more of a cowgirl than most of us will ever meet. ~Mary

Kay said...

Great post!

Chatty Crone said...

You are definitely a cowgirl. sandie

DD said...

Cowgirl indeed! Love the post.
Sending smiles from Phoenix, AZ
DD

Dar said...

I'd say you've earned the title, pure and simple...but, certainly the hard way. I love living in the country, love the critters, but would be fit to be tied if my favorite purse got mussed by calf poo. You ARE an angel, Paula.
BlessYourHeart

Kath said...

Haaaaaaa it's good to be back having a laugh,(sorry) it's at you Paula,but you are too funny.YOU are one hell of a Cowgal in my eyes.You guys do it all.You know hat they say S--- FOR LUCK Hee.Give John a big hug and forgive him Heeeeeeee.Take Care God Bless Kath xx

Lori said...

You ARE the real thing!

~mel said...

ahhh... the things we do for love!

Kathy said...

What a brave adventure. I held a bunnie for two and a half hours in the car Friday, but all it did was pee on me and discharge a few pellets!

Barbara said...

Sometimes I wonder why anyone bothers owning a trailer. It is almost never home when you need it. Sounds like something Pete would pull. LOL - Barbara
Life & Faith in Caneyhead

Grandma Yellow Hair said...

Honey I don't blame you! I think I would of hung up my spurs about five minutes into this ordeal. lol
Hope your week gets better.
Love ya
Maggie

john wingo said...

LOL, amazing story, Paula. Glad you didn't end up in the ditch!

Jimmy's Journal said...

LMAO - I can picture you sitting in that truck and steaming. Even funnier, I really can't imagine John talking "baby talk" to the calf.

Jimmy

Jill said...

Missing you and thinking of you, Paula. I hope all is ok with you.