She should’ve been born a dog. Alas, fate chose otherwise, and she emerged a cow. But, golly, what a happy cow, perhaps the happiest in the world. I remember well the moment I gained her acquaintance, many years ago during my childhood. Visiting family in Ohio, I’d tagged along with my much-older cousin, who babbled endlessly about his expertise in shooting unwanted varmints while giving me a tour of their farm and showing me all the animals.