The Case of the Disappearing Cow

Pictured above: Have you seen this cow?

Sounds like a Hank the Cowdog book, doesn’t it? Well, Massey does have a dog tag inscribed with the words “Head of Ranch Security” but she’s not very good at it. I mean, we did lose a cow on her watch.

This is how it went down. My parents bring us a cow. She’s a nice cow. Her name is Bonnie. But, since she’s prolapsed like six times, they decided it was best to move her to Franklin away from a bull and let her live happily ever after.

Less than 24 hours later, Brady and I go looking for Bonnie on the back 13+ acres of the Lazy K Ranch. She is missing. There is no broken fence. There is no poop trail. There is no sign of any part of a cow on the barbed wire. And, the donkeys are still in. WTH!

We call our neighbors. No cow sighting. We call the sheriff and give a description of our missing cow. There is no Amber Alert for cows in case you didn’t know. We spend the next week driving around looking for our cow. Nothing.

Any time a neighbor loses a cow, horse or dog, it always ends up at Lazy K, and we always return it safe and sound, but when we lose something…nothing!

So, the moral of the story is to GPS your cows.

What ever happened to Bonnie? Aliens. It had to be aliens. I mean, what else could zap her out of our pasture with no trace. Damn aliens. They’re probably eating hamburgers right now…

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