When it's milking time, the girls want milked out and I mean NOW. I showed Eden last year, and at the dairy where Eden lived, she was kind of special. She was always one of the first ones in the parlor, so she ALWAYS expected it to be that way.
I was so embarrassed at Sooner State. If there was a line to the milking parlor, Eden would charge straight through them and look for a spot. There was no holding her back. One time, I was foolish enough to TRY, and she crushed me against the doorway as she turned in. We thought I had broken a rib, but I turned out to be okay. Lesson learned: sometimes you've just got to let go.
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