What A Bunch Of...

Ha roo, pups and kit-cat pals!  It's me, Zim, here with the rest of the pix from my very cool trip to the fair/rodeo instead of Serene Scenery Sunday.  Hopefully, you'll find this just as peaceful!  Yesterday, I showed you my horse friends - today it's all about the bulls!

As with the horses, we walked around the pen nice and easy for a while, letting the bulls get used to me and to see if they'd mind if I came over.

"Hey, you guys!  What's shakin'?"

Some of them started to follow me, and I took that as a sign they'd like to be pals.

I'm giving my signals that I'm a quiet, unassuming guy here

The guy in the center of that picture above was especially interested in meeting me; we got a little closer:

"Ha roo, new friend!"

He didn't hesitate coming over to me at all.  What a friendly guy!  I complimented him on his color scheme.  I mean - if I was a bull, don't you think I'd look like him?  What a cool guy!

Down in the corner of their pen, there was a brown bull standing all alone by their water cooler.  I thought I'd mosey on down ("mosey" -- that's how you talk when you're at a rodeo!) and hang out with him.  He looked lonely.  Here's a video of my stroll down there:

(If that doesn't work, please click here.)

Yep.  All of my new bull friends followed me down there.  It's what happens when I'm around other animals.  They like to come over to see me.  Mom says it's one of my gifts - some kind of magnetism that lures all other animals to me.  Whatever.

Here I am by that lonely bull I wanted to see:

"Hey... you aren't who that cool 'El Solo Toro/Lonely Bull' song was written about, are you?"

I had to ask.  Dave would never forgive me.  He loves that kind of music.

Mom thought he looked "pretty" and "soft".  Mom?  Really?  I mean... he's a BULL!  I don't think he'd appreciate that description!  Bulls are rugged and manly and ... check out this guy:

Now that's a lot of bull!

Ha roo roo roo!

"Sorry.  You guys hear that joke a lot, don't you?"
"It's ok, buddy.  It's an occupational hazard."

These two cream-colored bulls came over to meet me:

They were just as friendly as can be!  A friend of theirs came over ...

"Is this your first time in the Little Apple?"

...and I got into a good, long conversation with him.

On down the line, I met these two guys:

"What's with the chapeaux, mes amis?"

I asked them about the apparatus they were sporting on their horns.

"Can you take mine off for me?!!?"
"Now don't go getting our new friend in trouble!"

One of them tried to get me to take it off, but I didn't think that would be a good idea.  I looked to the side, doing one of my calming signal things instead.  I wasn't about to take it off for him, but I also know better than to provoke a bull.  Especially one behind a flimsy fence with a lot of other bulls.  (Apparently, his person puts the hat on them to protect their horns.  Or something like that.)  

Anyway - did you see my cream-colored friend intervening for me?  Wasn't that nice of him?!?  

"Is he alright?"
"Don't worry about him, Zim!  He'll be OK."

I thought I'd move on over and spend more time with him before we headed home.

"Thanks for watching my 6, pal!"

Yes, I did get very close to him.  We were both -- well, we were ALL -- nice and calm, and it was a pretty wonderful moment.  A serene moment, if you will.  In fact, to wrap up my visit and to as a proxy for Serene Scenery Sunday ... I'll leave you with this:

Friends!  Snooter to snooter!

I hope you enjoyed coming to the fair and rodeo with me - and that you liked meeting my new horse and bull friends!  I had a wonderful time - and I think my new pals did, too!

Play bows,

Zim