When I was a young boy in Ontario we had a cow named Bozo. Bozo only let Mom Milk her. She would never allow Dad or anyone else to milk her. Well this can be a problem if the cow won't  allow someone else to milk her ,considering this was our source for milk and butter. When my Mom went into the hospital to give birth to my little brother Sam , try as he may Bozo would not let my Dad milk her.In the 60's when you had a baby you spent a week in the hospital. So as you may guess by the time Mom got home Bozo was over full of milk and anxious to be milked ,but yet would only allow Mom to milk her..When my Mom finally came home my Dad took the baby into the house and before Mom came into the house she had to head straight in the barn and had to milk Bozo. There a lot of great memories of my childhood most them are of the times when we didn't have much, but yet we had a lot of fun and a lot  of love in our home.

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