Foro has a nice place to travel in my car: on the passenger seat perched up high, where he can see everything.
An angel at my shoulder (if I’m not driving), as opposed to An Angel at My Table. (How long has it been since I’ve thought of Janet Frame? Geesh is she great. Someone to re-read someday.) At my shoulder is the right place, though, for a writer’s muse. Or a blogger’s.
He’s the Kerouac of cows, the Bouvier of bovines, or a cute, soft version of Alexandra David Neel’s Yongden. Everyone needs travel inspiration on the road.
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 
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