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.