Animals are weird.

The next few images are rather gruesome.

Bear with me. 

I skipped some parts because I really didn't wanna draw afterbirth or placenta.

You people should thank me.

Except for this picture. It's really creepy. 

Because honestly, the first thought about anything slimy coming out of you shouldn't be "Dude, that looks delicious!" 

Don't get me wrong, I know it's to get rid of all the gunk so the baby can breath and to give the baby rough rubbing to say "Hey, you're alive!!" 

But I don't know, maybe there should be a *little* revulsion in the face of the cow. 

Maybe I'm just wack. That's probably the case.

I would be a terrible mother animal, I know.

I'd probably hand it to someone else and say "Hey, lick this for me."

Honestly.

Nasty.

That's all for today.

I must be off.

You're welcome.

~Elena

Moo

~Elena

Laziness.

So, because I am lazy, I drew you this filler art to keep you entertained.

ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!?

Watch out, Mcdonalds.

HE'S COMING FOR YOU.

~Elena

PS. I wish I had something better then old style paint, but hey. Take what you can and give nothing back.

My daily life.

I love my job.

And no, that's not sarcasm. :D

Sorry this blog is so late.

But a girl's gotta play Skyrim.

~Elena

Feedin' da bullz.

So this is the story all about how I got to feed the bulls instead of the cows, I'd like to take a moment just sit right there, I'll tell you all about how a bull licked me hair. (That actually happened.)

So, the other time ago, (Yes, I'm saying that. Eat it and die, Grammar Nazis! Ahahahaha) I got to feed the bulls.

This is how they usually greet me as I walk by.

The posture and pretend they aren't watching me and snort deeply.

But then, they notice I was going to the feed barrel.

Then they become a whole other being. 

Imagine this: An almost 2 ton cow dancing around slamming on slates. It's quite intimidating. 

And yes, the one bull also flails his tongue around.

After this wild ordeal and you go put the barrel back, as you walk past the the transformation has happened again.

And they are back to being big fuzzy mean bulls. Although, now that they are used to me and know I don't fear them, they come up and let me scratch them. They even pump they're heads up and down a little to assist in the scratching.
Even though I don't trust them, I do like them. 
Even when the lick me. 

That occurs on an almost daily basis. It happens to all the other workers too, apparently.

Anyways, I'm heading out of this blog now.

Scratch you later bro!

~Elena

Ewewewewew.....ew.

Some cows just wanna watch the world burn.

Cleaning tons of poop with tiny little wipes is really hard. 

Also there's this cow that has two big festers. one on her lower leg that has already burst and leaks all over, and one on her upper leg the size of a beach-ball and growing. I just hope that doesn't burst while she's in the parlour. 

If it does and I get some on me, don't put me out after I set myself on fire. Let me go out with a little dignity.

That's all for now!

Sorry that I missed several weekends.... I blame society. 

Peace out!

~Elena