Oh. I thought that cows came to owners like toys came in packages: in-tune, fit to its task, good as long as you don’t wear them down excessively. At least, that’s what it seemed while I was milking under the Dougherty’s cows, with legs outstretched, forehead cocked against a warm hide, and milk flowing. Imagine my surprise when, reaching down to politely squeeze my potential cow’s kind teat, she shot out her hoof at my hand! This sweet encounter of cow meets owner has turned