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on it. It’s a gooey, tickley feeling. However, Tippy, being a dog, had both top and bottom teeth, and when he latched on, he really latched. The cow, like my dad would say, wound up like a soccer player, with the intent of kicking Tippy into the middle of the next week. When she released, she hit him square in the backside. Tippy had a good hold, though, and he flipped upside down as he flew through the air with his teeth still clenched shut. The cow’s udder stretched out like a giant rubber band, and then, with a sudden pop, Tippy snapped off and slammed into the wall. The cow spun around to face him, eyes on fire, knocking calves all over the place, as she did a buckin’ bronco hop and kick. I could see that she planned to kill Tippy, and, with one quick jump, I was in the pen with a stick to turn the cow back around. No cow was going to mess with my dog! Tippy just lay on the ground, the breath knocked out of him. I gathered him in my arms and dragged him out of the pen, since he was too big for me to carry. The cow eyed us suspiciously. Tippy hasn’t tried to sneak a free snack from any cow since then. He is pretty lazy anyway, so he is happy to just let someone bring his food to him.