Plans changed on our way down, and we ended up staying at his cousin's daughter's house (she's grown with her own family), and they rocked the last minute hospitality gig. Seriously. They hosted get-together's with the family, cooked meals for us, got a babysitter for all the kids and took us out one night...they were awesome.
Our first day there, we headed up to his other cousin's ranch, about 20 minutes away. It was an animal lover's dream. You guys. Baby. Cow. I got yelled at the whole time for calling him that. "It's a CALF." It's the cutest damn baby cow you ever did see. PBB is his name. Pure Bred Bull. He belongs to their nine-year old daughter and he clearly doesn't realize he's not a dog. When we pulled up for the first time, this is what greeted us in the driveway.
So stinkin' cute.
Look at that face!
Baby got to sit on him.
He would suck on your fingers, and pull your whole hand in, if you let him.
I think I'll stop there today.
I have so many pictures from our visit, so I'll break them up into a few posts.
Lots more animals to come!