Speaking of animals with ‘tudes.  Here’s a humorous story…that was perplexing at the time; …makes you wonder about the beast-of-burden’s deepest heartfelt attitude towards their human captors…or maybe just the dopes that wonder up in the morning:

After a mostly all-night poker game in Charlotte with some family & friends, a good pal & I went for a morning walk in the countryside…to clear the smoke and moonshine out of our flesh.  After about a mile we came upon the fence line of a small dairy farm [I think dairy].  Kind of semi-hanging-over and not a little slap-happy, we went up to the fence and started the ol’ moo-call-&-response bit…seeing who could sound more like a cow…& get a response.  He was better at it…but we both harvested our share of responses.  Then the thing that ultimately chilled my Schmidt happened:  One cow turned facing away from us and let loose with a stream of pizz to fill a wheelbarrow, …then walked about 30 feet away and stood facing off into the far woods.  Then another did the same…followed, in suite…one at a time, by the entire group of say 40 heifers/cows; all of them bladders emptied & facing far away…as if to shun the absurd bipeds.