Red Faced Cowboys

Yesterday, late, my cowboy calls and says he has a problem (unlike the real old time cowboys the board insists, in spite of his protestations, that he carry a cell phone).
“Oh-oh!” I think. I know he’s pulling Charolais bull but he sounds calm but . . . odd. “What?”I ask.
“Well, it’s kind of embarrasing,” He tells me.
So now I really am wondering what’s going on. “Yaa?” I quiz.
“Well, it’s my bull whip. . . it’s stuck in this bulls tail.”
I smile but try not to sound like I am, “Oh ya?”
“Can you come out and make sure I get him in?”
I tell him, ya, and head out to the gate, with my camera. I took a picture but I knew better than to ask.
“I suppose you’re going to blog that?” he grumbles.
“Yup,” I smile.


9 responses to “Red Faced Cowboys

  1. Anything can happen out there, even for dad! Wish I was there to lend a hand. That was pretty funny though.

  2. haha… that's awesome… yeah I would have too 🙂

  3. Anything is fair blogging fodder…My Man knows that! Love your stories and photos…stopped by from Shirley's at Ride a Good Horse.

  4. Tell him he should have dallied up is all.

  5. Lol! My hubby doesn't even ask anymore, he knows if the camera is out, it's probably gonna be on the blog. 😉

  6. Well I guess that's proof that it is a "bull" whip!

  7. hehe…our men just love the blog! That's funny!

  8. oh my, too funny!

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