Full time job

Boy. Have I got my hands full. Full time job, 24/7. This happens every year. I could end up with thirty kids by the time I reach old age ten years old.

Thankfully I have a good home. All I could ever want to eat. And it's really fun having so much love and affection from my kids. They really are a hoot, the stuff they get into. The way they play with each other. Sometimes rough and tumble and sometimes licking each other's bodies to clean them off.

They all have such unique personalities. One of them is slow at everything...the last to dinner. One of them is very clumsy and pushy. And the other is smart...watches my every move.

Yes, I am fortunate. Their father goes off for the day. Another part of the field. But checks back frequently. He pushes them and butts them to get them accustomed to discipline and accepting higher authorities. You know, teaching them to respect others.

I just take it one day at a time. I don't mind giving milk to my owners, but I don't want to think of what they might do later on, you know, the slaughterhouse thing. I just try not to think about it. I'm helpless. What can I do anyway. If it's my karma, it's my karma.