I do love cows and before I die I would love to have one as a pet.   I envy Shreve over at “The Daily Coyote” because she has several pet cows, and one pet bull (Sir Baby).   Unfortunately this dream is never going to happen, but I did get to enjoy the spectacle of real cows on parade in the annual “strolling through the streets” of longhorn cattle.   It’s done to promote a rodeo.  While I admire the skill of professional and amateur cowboys, none of the horses, bulls, sheep or goats have volunteered to participate, so I will never attend another one.  But I do love the cow parade, so me and Miss P went down to watch (and someone was rather obnoxiously barking,  it was not me).

It takes a lot of cowboys to keep these cattle in line and moving.  And the horses have to know their job too.

Git along little dogie.

What a lovely set of horns!

Keep em moving.   This was the last of the group heading down the street, so we jumped in the car and headed down to the final destination, over at the local history museum.

The lead animal never changed throughout the parade (and no it is not a 6 legged cow).

Here’s a better shot of him strolling along with an old cowboy.

The babies are so adorable.

And the tail end of the parade featured these two pulling the wagon.  Wagons are a really uncomfortable way to travel, so I’m glad they’re obsolete.  I overheard a young cowboy saying that he had to get up early to check on a cow that got snakebit yesterday, such is the real life of a rancher.