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Cooper the bull and his cow friends, Bonnie and Clyde, were happy. They were so, so happy.

They got to eat all the grass they wanted.

They got to wander in the woods.

They got to visit the crazy lady across the street.

They got to eat the grass in her hay field.

They got to stomp and scare her dogs.

They got to walk back and forth over the gravel where the loud machines would zip by. Mostly at night, they would watch the funny machines up close.

Because the crazy lady complained, the mean people came and pretended to try to get the three of them put into the pen. After hurting the one man’s arm, one other man said he had to find another man who could “rope” them and put them away.

That sounds scary!

But Bonnie, Clyde, and Cooper weren’t worried, no sir! Those people had tried and tried and tried to put them back, but they were still out, weren’t they?

Early one Friday morning, the crazy lady looked outside across the road. What did she see?

She saw THREE cows in the pen! Before she got really happy and a whole lot less crazy, she crossed to road to see if it was really Bonnie, Clyde, and Cooper.

You see, the last time she thought Cooper had been put away, she was surprised to see Bonnie and Clyde inside the pen instead.

So, she crossed the road to check, all the while hoping she would see her three friends inside, happily eating hay.

Hooray! It was true! Bonnie, Clyde, and Cooper were inside the pen!

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Bonnie and Clyde seemed happy.

Cooper- not so much. :/

Cooper looked mad.  😡

He was caught. He didn’t like being caught. 😡

He glared at the smiling, not-so-crazy lady. And then he went back to eating.

The lady was sooooo relieved! 😀 She was happy that she didn’t have to wear her gun, worried about Cooper charging her. She was happy her doggies wouldn’t get chased. She was happy she didn’t have to worry that Cooper would chase her dogs and come on her porch. 😯 😮

Saturday morning, the lady and her girls went to go ride their horsies. They waved goodbye to Cooper in the pen as they drove by.

Alllllll day passed, and the lady and her girls had fun riding their horsies. It was wet and muddy because of a bad storm the day before, but it wasn’t too wet or too muddy for them to have a lot of fun.

When they finished the trail, it was time to take the horses home and check on the chickens.

Uh oh. The lady only sees two cows in the pen. Who is missing?

Do you know?

You’re right! It’s Cooper!

Cooper is missing from the pen!

Now, Cooper had gotten B-I-G from eating all the nice, green grass. The lady wondered if maybe he had been taken to the market and sold.

The lady didn’t know, but she thought she would watch out for Cooper, just in case.

The lady left and went to go eat supper with the other horsey people. When supper was over, it was time to put the chickens to bed, so the lady and her girls headed home.

What do you think she saw?

Do you know?

You’re right again! It’s Cooper!

Cooper decided he wouldn’t be put in that pen. No sir, he wasn’t having any of that!

He liked being free! He liked to be able to eat all the nice, tall, green grass!

He liked being able to go into the woods. He liked chasing the crazy lady’s dogs. He liked looking at the funny, loud machines up close.

The people came and fixed the fence. Again. They tried to catch Cooper in the morning. They tried to catch Cooper in the afternoon.

But Cooper is too smart for them! Don’t they know that Cooper comes to the pen area every night? Cooper comes to see Bonnie and Clyde; to see if they will join him.

Bonnie and Clyde seem happy. They think about joining Cooper. But so far, Bonnie and Clyde are happy having the good hay all to themselves. And there is a dry place for them, which they can huddle in when the rain is really horrible.

But not Cooper! No sir! He’ll take his chances in the woods with the sharp, loud lights from the sky, all to stay free.

And, to this day, Cooper is happily outside the pen.

 

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Ya, really. I want to say, “Unbelievable!” or “Inconceivable!” but the reality is, I am not really surprised. The sad thing is, I really want to drop the restraining order, but I don’t feel like I can, so long as Cooper continues to get out. As long as the situation is such that I might have to actually defend myself/my family/my animals/my home, the threat that he will be crazy enough to retaliate exists.

Dude. Fix your fence so it will keep ALL the cows in. Why is that so hard?! *sigh* 😥

 

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Apparently not. If you haven’t been reading about the antics of Cooper The Bull and his friends, Bonnie and Clyde, go read it now. We’ll wait.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~INTERMISSION [youtube:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0wOD9TWynM%5D ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The more I thought about being threatened, the more upset I became. There is something about this level of hostility that, while I don’t understand it at all, makes me even more worried than I was to begin with.

You let your bulls and cows run loose, but threaten me when I say I’m going to defend myself? That, seriously, is a special kind of cuckoo. And not the happy, cheery {redundant, I know, but I want to make sure you understand it} cuckoo clock birdie kind of cuckoo.

What could he have possibly thought he would accomplish by coming over and confronting me? How many times do I have to say, “We would not HAVE a problem if you had your animals contained!”?

I seriously doubt he would have had the guts to come over if my hubby was home.

I really don’t give a rip WHO you think you are. You are not going to come over on MY property and threaten me. ESPECIALLY when YOUR OWN SON was nearly trampled the day before AND has an arm swollen to three times its normal size. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t know that then, or I would have been inclined to point that out, too.

Sheesh. Some people.

I’ve talked to a whole lot of people who’ve all said the same thing: he thinks no one can tell him what to do, and he can push around whoever he wants to.

Well. Ahem.

Blame it on my ignorance of not knowing who the “important” people are around here, but I don’t give a rip who he *thinks* he is. He is no one of importance to me. And given the way he doesn’t take care of his animals, I can say without hesitation or reservation that I am GLAD he doesn’t think kindly of me or like me, because I have ZERO desire to be in that class with him or his kin.

I find the older I get, the less I give a rip about much of anything. You do the right thing {as in, keep your animals contained and freaking feed them} and I’ll have no quarrel with you. Do right and leave me alone, and you won’t hear a peep out of me because, {let’s say it together, boys and girls,} “I don’t give a rip.” Life is too darn short to be dealing with the amount of snot and feces some people are able to generate. And I am sick and tired of dodging both of them.

In addition to my concern over being shot by a person with clear mental issues, I worry about what they are going to do to my animals. It wouldn’t surprise me to find some downed fencing. A burned down coop. With that kind of irrational crazy, there’s no telling what all they would do. In a perfect world, I’d get one for the whole family, including the middle-finger-flipping teenagers.

Since I don’t live in a perfect world, I did the only real thing I could think of to do- I went to talk to the county magistrate and got myself a court date to get a restraining order. Apparently, out here, in order to get a restraining order, they have to issue a felony arrest warrant. Not quite what I had intended, but hey, if it gets his cows put back away, so be it.

Two days later, Bonnie and Clyde are still out. They’ve been hanging around my mailbox. Animal control said they would file charges, and this is not the first time.

I’m beginning to wonder if anything will ever get done. At some point, it’s almost normal to see them all over, and then there’s a jolt of, “Hey! That’s not right!” that reminds you that they are prone to charging.

A dear friend, who is also an awesome artist, suggested I write a children’s book about Cooper and his misadventures. She offered to illustrate. Although I don’t have her illustrations yet, I do have the first draft of the story and some pictures. Let me know what you think. :mrgreen:

 

The Mis Adventures of Cooper the Bull {and Friends}

Once upon a time, there was a bull named Cooper. Cooper was sad.

Cooper was sad because his friend, another bull named Frank, had died, many months ago. Cooper was all alone. No one came to see him to give him food. Cooper was so, so sad.

One day, someone brought him a horse. Oh, he was so happy! He chased and chased and chased that horse! And then he chased her some more. What fun!

A few weeks later, the people brought another horse. The first horse was very happy. She had a friend!

But poor Cooper, his happiness was gone. 😥 The horse has a friend, but he had none.

Soon, it was winter. The two horses and Cooper were cold and hungry. The grass had stopped growing in the pasture. The people never came to bring them hay.

One day, Cooper decided he’d had enough! He saw the green fields around him that the farmer had planted, and he was hungry.

Could he get to the field? Would the short fence keep him in?

Hooray! The fence let him out! Very skinny Cooper was so, so happy! Now he could eat!

Yum! Yum!

Cooper learned there were a lot of puddles and a nice beaver dam nearby. This meant he didn’t have to be in his pen to get water.

Cooper was happy! He ate, and ate, and ate. He drank, and drank, and ate some more.

Cooper started to feel really good. He wasn’t skinny any more! His ribs and hips stopped showing. He started to make more muscle. He started feeling very strong.

The people didn’t care that Cooper was out. He roamed, and roamed. He visited the crazy lady across the street, in her yard. He had fun chasing her dogs. He had fun walking in the road and scaring the people who drove by.

Because Cooper was out of the pen, the people decided to give the horses some new friends. The people brought Bonnie and Clyde to the pen. They didn’t bring any food, though.

Bonnie and Clyde were sad. They were hungry, too. Why was Cooper allowed to be outside eating, but not them?

Well, they started to think it might be fun to be outside with Cooper. Then they could eat, too!

And, they could explore! They explored the woods. They explored the road.

A mean man came. Together with the lady and her girls, they put Bonnie and Clyde away.

Bonnie and Clyde weren’t sad, though. They knew a secret. Do you know what their secret was?

Shhhhh! The fence couldn’t keep them inside.

So, Bonnie and Clyde stepped right over the fence again. The explored the woods. They explored the road.

They explored until they found the bridge by the interstate.

ZIP! ZIP! ZIP! Those funny machines are fast! And loud!

The same mean man came, and moved them with his funny looking loud machine. He scared them so they would move away from the bridge by the interstate.

They knew he was going to try to make them go back in the pen. No sir, they’re not going back! Cooper doesn’t have to go back, so why should they?

Bonnie and Clyde ran into the woods to join Cooper.

One of the people got close to Cooper, but he hurt the man’s arm so the man would let go.

Cooper liked his freedom!

After that, the people drove by, but couldn’t catch Cooper. They were afraid of Cooper. Bonnie and Clyde like their freedom, too. They can all eat, even though the people finally brought hay, hoping to entice them to the pen.

But they’re not dumb, no sir! They’re not going to fall for that, especially when the good stuff is outside their pen

To this day, Bonnie, Clyde, and Cooper are happily outside the pen.

They eat. They sleep. They can chase the lady’s dogs if they want to. They can drink water from the beaver dam and big puddles.

And they can say hello to the people in their big, loud, funny machines, as they meet them on the road.

The End.

 

 

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Shall we start a betting pool on when or if we think the rogue bovine will get captured and returned to the pen? Anyone?  :/

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