didn't move them. It remains a mystery.I think it's all just too much for poor Fred. The brush with death. The paparazzi. The Fritos. The coffee. He seems to have been pushed too far. And poor Bessie doesn't seem to know what to do. Look at her, trying to talk him down. So soon after thinking she'd lost him. I feel for Bessie, really. Fred's just begging for attention.
Whatever will happen next? I didn't think there were any more ways to pose these two. Well, except for the way my hunny posed them after the kids were in bed, but I didn't get a picture of that.
Off to the ball. Until I write again ...
Flea
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Frisky cows. I guess they have no shame, or would that be Chris?
Is Fred really about to end it all? It looks to me like he's just showing off. You know, one of those macho things. But just in case I'm wrong, remember I want medium well, no pickles.
OH! Have fun at the ball!!
These cows really get around. Fred, don't jump!!
Have fun at the ball.
How do you know she isn't saying, "Jump! Do it you chicken...er, cow!"
You guys make me laugh. Stop it. :)
Any other burger orders, just in case?
I think it's Mad Cow Disease. I'd be careful having Bessie too close.
Of course after last night it may be too late.
Maybe he just needs Prozac.
Oh, Fred--what are we going to do with you??
Poor Bessie--she's just the innocent bystander.
I LOVE those cows! Keep us posted.
Oh goodness, this is my first visit, and I see I'll have to come back when I have more time and learn the story of the poor, traumatized cows!
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