NOT MS: Cow From Scotland.

The only cow in a small town in Ireland stopped giving milk.

Then the town folk found they could buy a cow in Scotland quite cheaply.

So, they brought the cow over from Scotland.

It was absolutely wonderful,
it produced lots of milk every day and everyone was happy.

They bought a bull to mate with the cow to get more cows,
so they’d never have to worry about their milk supply again.

They put the bull in the pasture with the cow but
whenever the bull tried to mount the cow,
the cow would move away.

No matter what approach the bull tried,
the cow would move away from the bull,
and he was never able to do the deed.

The people were very upset and decided to go to the Vet,

who was very wise, tell him what was happening and
ask his advice.

"Whenever the bull tries to mount our cow, she moves away.

If he approaches from the back, she moves forward.

When he approaches her from the front, she backs off.

If he attempts it from the one side, she walks away to the other side."

The Vet rubbed his chin thoughtfully and pondered this
before asking,

“Did you by chance, buy this cow in Scotland?”

The people were dumbfounded, since no one had ever mentioned
that they had brought the cow over from Scotland.

“You are truly a wise Vet,” they said.
"How did you know we got the cow from Scotland?

The Vet replied with a distant look in his eye:

“My wife is from Scotland”

Take care.

Chris R.

I. El. (Eng). (Rtd).

I know its going to be a bad day when I get out of bed and miss the floor, today is such a day.

Sorry the above print is out of line, not my doing, its this dam, forum

Take care.

Chris R.

I. El. (Eng). (Rtd).


When l saw the print moving around the page - l thought it was - like the cow - from Scotland.

l think if l was married to a Vet - l would move away from him as soon as he put on one of those - up to the armpits -rubber gloves.



I think that would be a wise move.

On a slightly different subject, but related. At one period during my working life, I spent a lot of time on farms, so I was very often on a farm when the artificial insemination man was there to do his thing.

The bull semen was carried in a liquid nitrogen flask in the boot of their car, after they had gloved up etc, they would take a pipette and bending over the flask in the car boot, would gently suck with their mouth over the pipette a quantity of the semen.

The thing I always wanted to do, but never had the nerve, was to creep up behind them, make a load noise, so they would take a sharp intake of breath. Maybe it was like yourself, that hand with a long glove stretching up to his armpit, just looked very threatening.

So it has to remain one of the things in life, that I never did, probably for the best.

Take care.

All the best of seasons greetings to you and yours.

Chris R.

I. El. (Eng). (Rtd).