Yeah, so there we were, just out playing with the curly tails like we normally do. Nice day, pretty flowers and the leaves are starting to turn colors and it made me think about that wonderful Gucci collar I was admiring on e-bay the other day, when all of a sudden, this clearly rabid and feral cow thing comes stomping out of the woods!
Of course I can't be too sure that it was actually rabid, but what mignon on hooves tries to stomp all over packs of Pretty Curly Tails? The Musher didn't have to tell me what to do, I just leapt into action, even though the vicious walking steak could have been packing a gun or knife.
Using the skills I learned from the Interwebs, I distracted the moorauder with slight of paw, then placed it into a submissive position by using the double shooting star press by jumping forward performing a backflip into the midair, and landing into the bovine's chest first in a press style, thus rendering it unable to harm the Curly Tails.
Both the Musher and Richard were able to continue along with their training run with the Curly Tails, and then we all had roast for dinner.
(No moo-cows were actually injured in the writing of this blog post)