The Fatted Calf
Emily had a very rough start in life, torn away from her mother on her birth day, up for sale at the auction. To add insult to injury no one would even meet the closing bid of two dollars. We were insulted for her, who could not want that poor little sale discounted baby?
Well I really didn't but we bought her anyway...animal loving suckers are an auctioners dream.
Because of her poor start, like many new parents, we decided we had to make this up to her. So while all other calves her age, get three bottles of milk a day, our little Emily, not to be denied, drinks a whopping six...and she is still looking for more. Last week the vet said, "gee she is big for her age"...apparently that dairy commercial is true, milk does a body good.
Tonight it occurred to me as she was stepping on my foot, knocking me off balance, pushing me along, to hurry supper up...we are raising another spoiled rotten, over indulged calf.... like Percy is not enough.
So while Emily is quite the fatted calf, her fat is for herself alone. She feels quite proud to host her own grown up vegetarian table, but she is not sure why we did not include a couple of bottles of milk and invite her along.
(this would be because she would wreck the joint, she is still an uncoordinated and klutzy 120 pound babe)