Until the Cows Come Home

I guess I'm on kind of an "animal roll."

Yesterday, we took a look at the woman who trained her pet mouse to ring the doorbell when it wanted in.

Today, we continue with...bovines.

When I was a kid, my next door neighbor, John, played the trombone in the school band. I noticed that when he practiced at home, his dog quickly headed out the door, returning only when the cacophony stopped. Come to think of it, so did members of John's family. Neighbors too.

I'm actually grateful John wasn't better with the trombone. Otherwise, we might have had a neighborhood full of cows.

For those wondering what instrument to play to drive things away...bagpipes. Although, to be fair, this guy is pretty awesome.