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.