No seriously, the bull told me his name is “Bull-Shat.”  He introduced his friends in the background as “Bull-Loney” and “Full-ov-Bull.”  He said “Rib-Eye” has been missing since he left with the farmer, and that he probably has gone to that big grill in the sky.  Whatever that means.  Anyways, don’t blame me for their names, bovines have an odd sense of humor.  But I’m getting ahead of myself here.  So let me explain from the beginning.

Today on our morning walk Asa got to meet our neighbors, the bulls.  It started to get embarrassing the way he sat mesmerized staring at “Bull-Shat” trying to understand what kind of dog he is and asking if he will grow horns too when he is older.  So I thought it would be best to do some small talk with the bull to let him know Asa is harmless.  The bull introduced himself in a rather menacing way, then mumbled something about us staying away because coyotes aren’t welcomed here.  I took that as quite a compliment that we were confused as coyotes!  But hurried Asa along in case he wasn’t joking.

Asa would not let the experience go though.  He kept trying to go back.  I think he took a liking to “Bull-Shat,” because he kept repeating his name the rest of the walk home.

I tell you all this because eventually it all came back on me and I got in trouble.  We got back home and Asa was still all excited about the bulls.  Mom decided it was time for an Asa time-out and told him to get into his crate.  Asa barked, “Bull-Shat!” and suddenly I am in trouble for teaching him bad words.  I can’t win.