Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
cow
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It may not be lady-like, but Miss Angela, a cow I met recently, doesn't care. "What other people think doesn't make a lick of difference. Do what makes you happy. If it upsets people, f- 'em". She escaped from an "image-obsessed, type-A farm family" when she was still a calf and hasn't looked back since. "My life is so much better now. I don't have to worry about my coat and figure for photo shoots anymore. Animals weren't meant to be on display." Miss Angela now works as a dairy cow and is happy to live amongst so many strong, independent cows.
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