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Learn all about The Divine Bovines by starting on the homepage.
Head right to the CattleLog to order the Divine Bovine CDs.
Enter subhead content here ~June 16, 2010~ Baxter Black is the funniest man you'll ever see - and he understands the ranchers
and their life because he is not only a well-known cowboy poet and humorist, he's also a veterinarian. His books, his
CDs and his videos and live performances will have you laughing from start to finish. I've never had the pleasure of meeting
him in person, but I have been known, at these live performances, to embarass my husband with my uncontrolled giggles,
followed by the snorts I generate while trying to squelch my squeals of laughter. That Baxter Black is funny
is probably not news to you ... ~
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But Wait...this is ~ ....Last Monday he called me, personally, on my home
phone, to tell me that he likes the Divine Bovine CDs and that he thinks I'm funny! That's like getting the "funny
seal of approval" as far as I'm concerned, so you can imagine my delight ~
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Of course, there was no one in the house for me to tell, so I called my sisters, neither of whom knew who
he is, (maybe I should mention that they are not ranchers) but both said "nice". Then I called my
good friend, Sharon, who was very excited about my news and good fortune. That's what I needed. Thank Goodness
for my friend, Sharon Lewis
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Tom, Cody, Donna and Donnie were hauling cows and didn't have time to
share in this good news as they hurried in for lunch and back out. They did indulge me a bit while I was putting food
on the table,(a great time to get their attention, by the way) and I explained that having Baxter Black think I'm funny
is like having Benny Goodman call me to say I play good swing music. Well, they didn't know who Benny Goodman was, so
I said "Ok, Glenn Miller" and they pretended to know. I guess I'm going to have to get a better analogy.
They were impressed, though, because Baxter Black they know - Benny Goodman, Glenn Miller, nah....
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After lunch, with no one else to tell, I decided to mow the lawn.
I promptly plopped my butt in a bowl of rainwater that had pooled in the lawnmower seat. So there I sat with a
big head and a soggy rump. It didn't dampen my Spirits though, so, for future reference, the Spirits are not located
in the ass area...
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