Lately I've been wanting to pet a cow, because I WANT to!

Dad told me that I wouldn't want to do that because they're dirty and they **** everywhere. I mentioned to him that I haven't pet a cow since a school field trip to a Kleinpeter dairy farm back in Louisiana, where I was able to pet a calf.

So we were taking a drive up to an old mining town (this was last week). We drove into this lush green forest up in the mountains, and we came across some cows that were standing in the middle of the road in front of us. Dad stopped and said, "Mikaela nows your chance.", so I get out and approach them (not to fast, but slowly). The cows looked at me, then they started hurrying into the bushes and got away from me. I was really irritated, and these weren't dairy cows either!

This wasn't the first time this happened to me. We were on a trip in California to visit a family member of my mom's third ex-husband. His father lived out in the country side. We drove past these tall grassy hills on winding roads, and there were cows everywhere grazing. Everyone hears that famous phrase on that cheese commercial advertising for "Real California Milk" saying, "Happy cows come from California.". They were right! These cows were fat and happy, but it didn't look like they were dairy cows, although, they had tags on their ears.

We decided to stop and take a picture of one close to the fences that aligned the hills. I wanted to pet it, so I approached it (at a normal pace). It looked up at me and stared, and then it ran off to some other cows.

I'm just so frustrated!!! Why can't I just pet a freaking cow for once!?