My old man grew up next to a farm.
He took me back there once. I was amazed by how many cows roamed the countryside.
At first glance, it appeared the bovine class had the perfect life: large open spaces to run around in, a pond for swimming, and so much poop you couldn't smell it all in one day.
What a life!
Then I saw the uglier side.
They live in shacks. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some uppity dog who places a value on a species based on where they live or what kind of car they get driven a...
Published on August 15, 2011 09:00