I love my cows (and horses, pigs, dogs, cats, kids). My cows have snuck into my heart in a way I did not expect. This evening (2019), these two ornery cusses decided to get into my tack room and decorate with some Christmas items I had in a box near the door. They helped open the ornament storage container, storing some Garland and attempted to wear a Santa hat. Handsome Husband called out from the kitchen asking if I want to good news or bad news first. "Give me the bad news.", I said. "Your cows are in your tack room.", he replied. I march down to the tack room and attempt to get everything back into the box, meanwhile, my steer (with horns) and my bull are staring at me innocently while attempting to sneak something else out from behind my back. The door handle felt a bit slimy like someone had used their tongue to open it. Will have to check first thing in the morning. The good news was that Handsome Husband loves me.