Just remember....the cow is the one with the horns.
I had an uncle who was very much a Bostonian. VERY much. He came to visit one time, and thought all this farm stuff was pretty quaint. He didn't want to get within less than about 50 feet of any bovine with horns as he was convinced that it was a bull and would smear him like a rookie matador. Grandad explained the difference, but he didn't seem to grasp it until it got to be castration time, and then he got the hint. He also got sick. The bulls... uh, steers certainly shared his sentiment.
Anyway, later we were walking back through the pasture, and my dad told him to watch out for the cowpies. He replied, "what's a cowpie?" Bear in mind that "smartass" is actually a genetic disorder carried most often by the Y chromosome. You guys know me, so you can guess about dad.
"What's a cowpie?!? A COWPIE?!? Good lord, don't they have pie where you come from?!? Taste one, idjit!"
So, after being instructed to pick a nice fresh one, "like that one right there," he reached down and grabbed a big handful of gooey... well, you know. Dad managed to keep a straight face, but the "riding the joke to the bitter end" gene is evidently a generation-skipping disorder. Grandad and I
lost it.
Grandad always said that a smarter man wouldn't have married my aunt.