Moo-velous

“Right, and then I was thinking we could-“

“Moo.”

I glance over, nonplussed. “Yes, dear, there’s a cow over there.”

“He looked right at me.” A finger jabs impatiently into my shoulder.

“Right. Moo.”

Unless you have had the pleasure of driving past cows with Dustin, you may be unaware that every cow sighting is supposed to be accompanied by mooing noises. I know I was missing out on this vital piece of life until I met him. It does not matter if the car is silent or if you are in the middle of a deep conversation, the mooing must commence. Cows are noble. Dustin will tell you so.

Sometimes the mooing startles me. Sometimes I gamely join in. Other times I require prompting (hence the jabbing). Often I refuse, but usually while smiling… how can I not?

On this trip we have seen many, many cows. Moo.