By the HornsWhen I was thirteen I wandered off from camp and tried to mount a cow. Not like that. I thought it just an overweight Horse, which speaks volumes about my education as a child (thank you Aberdeen School Distric No. 5). Some farmer shooed me off with a shotgun volley of rock salt but I never forgot that stolid thing. Part dog, part woolly Mammoth. Delicious between the buns. This design is a testament to that lone cow and all the others out there, chewing their cud with their asses to the storm.