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Until the Cows Come Home

by Lora
(Pa., USA)

These Cows Know the Grass is Greener in My Yard!

These Cows Know the Grass is Greener in My Yard!

Here's a funny little saying, "...until the cows come home."

I've heard it said with a few variations on what exactly could be done until the cows come home. Usually, though, it seems to be dancing.

What it means is, whatever it is that you want to do, you'll have plenty of time to do it because the cows aren't coming home any time soon.

Unlike a dog or cat that may take a little stroll from time to time, cows (once they break out) sense no urgency whatsoever to get back to the barn.

Well, the other day I could have danced more and longer than Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers combined while I waited for the cows to GO home!

I don't have cows, but for one, long evening I had about 20 or so come to visit... uninvited.

These cows went into my barn and harassed the chickens and X the goat while eating my horses' hay.

They then proceeded to my yard where they turned over my trashcan like hoodlums!

If that wasn't bad enough, as if they really wanted to put the "fear of cow" in me, they trampled back and forth on my cellar's bilco doors.

It was a big, mean gang, I tell ya! Me, the chickens, goat and horses together were outnumbered - there wasn't much we could do.

Sort of a new meaning to the term "bull-ied".

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