Cowboyin With a Blackberry

It has always been said that there is only one species less capable in thought process than Mammalian Bovidae. That of course being, Mammalian Homosapien cowboyus. Through genetic and micro-chip-ology there seems to be some advancement occurring. Just the other day, I was privy to witness a true leap forward in this crucial race towards total dominance between the two. As I was horseback during the entire incident, I stand as a witness to the entire spectacle. For the sake of infringement policies we shall replace names of both parties, insuring further embarrassment and court costs to be minimal. We shall call our hero (Shorty) and the Bovine (Bronkle). Shorty for soon to be obvious reasons and Bronkle due to her not quite bald white face. More of a got hit with a muddy snowball type look, than all white.
It all started when Shorty was checking his so called stock on his brand new communication tool. First of all, he is a little lost in the whole Stock Market thing. He thinks cattle futures are based on the Farmers Almanac and Bonds are a set of hobbles that hang from his Visalia saddle. He has never been long in the educational side of things, thus Shorty. By the way he thinks Columbus had three horses. Nina a little bay mare, Pinta the paint and Santa Maria, that was born around Christmas time. So in one hand was this device, over the big horn of his saddle loosely hung his two rein setup. On that particular day he happened to be setting in the middle of Earl Grey. A fine looking type horse, although a tad goosey. Unbeknown to us Shorty had programmed his wife's number to ring his new found time waster, with a series of high pitched growls. The first growl set all parties involved, Earl, Bronkle, Shorty on higher alert. All time and forward motion was at a complete standstill for what seemed to be an eternity. Bronkle was the first to break point, with perhaps neck breaking speed. She did a 180* turn, to locate the predator that was threatening her now half grown calf. The second notification from Shorty's, now worst enemy, proved to be the starting pistol for the oncoming storm. Bronkle jumped right over Earl's lowered stiff ears. All buckaroos know without a shadow of a doubt, that Visalia only created their saddles for one passenger. Earl must have read this somewhere in Western Horseman. He proceeded into a horse swan dive. Complete with hind hooves and tail perpendicular at all times with Mother Earth. On that very first jump is when I witnessed the most intelligence ever displayed, before or since, by Mammalian Homosapien cowboyus. Shorty answered his wife's call and said," Honey I am busy".