George and Rip
Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2019 7:43 am
When I was around 12 or 13 years old I wanted a pet Brahman bull.
So my dad and I went to a place and we picked out a wee baby that was without a mother and needed raising.
It came home with me in the back of a 1965 Ford Country Sedan station wagon head in my lap.
I raised it from a wee calf and bottle fed it every day my new dog named Rip was with me at all times and they became great friends.
Rip also became great friends with the rest of the cattle.
He could lick a new born baby calf the second it hit the ground and the mother would help.
The cattle loved Rip.
If we had a mean cow George the bull would come up and knock it out of the way before it butted one of us.
He would also come up behind you and raise you off the ground with his head.
He was very nice and would not hurt you.
I also trained him from a baby to get used to me putting pressure on his back and in time I could get on him and ride him around.
When you scratched and petted him in time he would lay on his back hooves in the air and let you belly rub him.
When we put out meal and salt for the cattle Rip would go off looking for the cows and lead them back to the barn.
About 100 head of cattle would be following Rip to the barn.
I have no idea how they communicated with each other but they did.
Kids from school used to come out to see Rip and my pet bull George and pet them.
My mother made homemade bread and sometimes a whole loaf would go stale and she would throw it out.
Rip would go out in the field and bury it.
Months later you would see him pulling the thing out of the ground and eating it.
Rip also loved to pick green beans one at t a time from the vines and eat them too.
Watermelon in the summer was a favorite along with crunching ice cubes.
Rip would eat anything i would eat.
George would reach over the fence and eat the tea roses.
When George was a calf he had a halter on and I lead him into the kitchen to startle my mom with a wee calf moo.
One time some Big city teenagers were with me on the place and the cattle saw us and came running to us.
Stampede I exclaimed run for your lives.
They took off running and I just stood there.
The cattle showed up surrounded me for a petting and the kids came back and joined in.
Each and every cow and bull had to have a scratch and a petting.
They were always butting each other out of the way for their turn.
As far as I know we were the only people in the country that had cattle that would run to us not away from us.
So my dad and I went to a place and we picked out a wee baby that was without a mother and needed raising.
It came home with me in the back of a 1965 Ford Country Sedan station wagon head in my lap.
I raised it from a wee calf and bottle fed it every day my new dog named Rip was with me at all times and they became great friends.
Rip also became great friends with the rest of the cattle.
He could lick a new born baby calf the second it hit the ground and the mother would help.
The cattle loved Rip.
If we had a mean cow George the bull would come up and knock it out of the way before it butted one of us.
He would also come up behind you and raise you off the ground with his head.
He was very nice and would not hurt you.
I also trained him from a baby to get used to me putting pressure on his back and in time I could get on him and ride him around.
When you scratched and petted him in time he would lay on his back hooves in the air and let you belly rub him.
When we put out meal and salt for the cattle Rip would go off looking for the cows and lead them back to the barn.
About 100 head of cattle would be following Rip to the barn.
I have no idea how they communicated with each other but they did.
Kids from school used to come out to see Rip and my pet bull George and pet them.
My mother made homemade bread and sometimes a whole loaf would go stale and she would throw it out.
Rip would go out in the field and bury it.
Months later you would see him pulling the thing out of the ground and eating it.
Rip also loved to pick green beans one at t a time from the vines and eat them too.
Watermelon in the summer was a favorite along with crunching ice cubes.
Rip would eat anything i would eat.
George would reach over the fence and eat the tea roses.
When George was a calf he had a halter on and I lead him into the kitchen to startle my mom with a wee calf moo.
One time some Big city teenagers were with me on the place and the cattle saw us and came running to us.
Stampede I exclaimed run for your lives.
They took off running and I just stood there.
The cattle showed up surrounded me for a petting and the kids came back and joined in.
Each and every cow and bull had to have a scratch and a petting.
They were always butting each other out of the way for their turn.
As far as I know we were the only people in the country that had cattle that would run to us not away from us.
Thank you Rob