I’m an animal-lover.  Always have been.  Not the throw-fake-blood-on-the-fur-coat-PETA-member type, but a lover of all things fuzzy (and lizards) nonetheless.  When I found out that we were going to keep up the ranching tradition of Lawrence’s father by moving and raising cattle, after I got over the shock and grief of leaving West Texas and a job I loved, I was pretty happy about getting to be surrounded by animals all the time.  And cows are cute.  They are like full-sized teddy bears, without the threat of being eaten (like a grizzly full-sized teddy bear).  And the babies…I.can’t.even!  Just the most precious. But my love of animals does present a problem…