Hubby and I took a steer to a guy down the road for slaughter and processing. He told us to come back in a couple days and pick up our freezer ready meat.
When we arrived, the guy tried to pass off some old meat he’d had in his own freezer for awhile, and hubby refused it.
The guy asked why we thought he’d cheat us.
It was because as soon as we drove up, our steer ran to our truck and stuck his head in the window. He was glad to see us. Moo!
We took Henry the steer back home. He’s still with us.
Ah...that’s sweet!
A farmer once told me that his very young son got attached to a cow and it prevented him from taking it to slaughter. Some years down the road he knew he had to sell it otherwise he would have to bury it. He got the dog food price for it. His son was still crushed when he found out about it!