I had a pet cow growing up named Softy. We got him at a rural fair and because he looked frail and my stepmom felt in love with him. He just hung out with our dogs and pretty much through he WAS a dog. He played fetch, but didn’t know what to do with the tennis ball when he’d get it.

A couple of years later we realized to our horror that he was now a gigantic bull that wanted nothing more than to murder us for some reason. We gave him his own little pasture because he couldn’t be trusted around the dogs or the house anymore. He ended up getting stolen one night after we had repeated refused requests to sell him to some guys that wanted to butcher him. RIP Softy you murderous beast. :(