My little dog Happy and I skirted along the 
edge of the lake on our way through the field. 
We crossed the fence and began our journey 
westward. In front of us was a really big 
bull casually munching the grass. He was 
resplendent; so big and yet so gentle. He
stood by himself. Happy and I were entranced
wanting nothing more than to hug and pet
the bull showing we are one with our nature 
brother. We took one more step in the bull’s 
direction and he charged and we ran eastward. 
I jumped the fence; Happy crawled under and 
we both fell into the lake and immediately 
started looking for cottonmouths, copperheads 
and swamp rattlers.