It Was Raining Cow Kisses

It's been a little difficult to keep up with Jake's blog since we've been out of town a lot this last month. We've had Jake at my in-laws' house for almost two weeks. We missed him terribly. After a trip to San Diego, I headed to my grandparents in the mountains of North Carolina. Jake was in tow and nervous that I was going to leave him somewhere. I made his day when we crossed the bridge and I whispered, "Jake, cows." He popped up in the seat and started whining to get out of the car. We headed straight for the fence once we parked in the driveway. It wasn't but a minute before all of the baby cows headed towards Jake. Jake laid down and waited. Soon there were eight baby cows at the fence. One even had milk dripping off her little face but Jake cleaned that right up for her! He'd lick a cow. The cow would lick him. He went right on down the line. Soon enough his old friend, the big strawberry cow with the white face, made her appearance at the fence to get in her kisses. Jake's head was one big slobbery mess but he was a happy cow dog. A quick trip into the cold mountain stream cleared up the cow spit and rinsed out Jake's mouth.