I had this dog, until quite recently, his name was Bari. I thought of him to be of the Karelian Bear Dog breed, even though the guy I got him from told me it was a Russian European Laika. It was much cooler to have a dog that can supposedly take on bears, and the two breeds are similar looking enough to justify such a mislabeling.
Every time he's seen a cow, he'd go completely bonkers, barking like a kalashnikov and running in circles around the much larger animal at top speed. He looked like he really meant business.
The cows just kept on chewing and casting stares full of pity on the crazy bastard. Cold as ice, smooth as stone, these cows.
One day we went for a walk to the nearby forest, where we've stumbled upon a sow with a bunch of piglets. If any of you lives near any significant boar population, then I don't have to explain why I froze and pondered if it's a good moment to shit my pants.
Luckily, I thought to myself, I've got a fucking Karelian Bear Dog with me. Just you try doing something funny, you hairy pig you.
But Bari froze just like myself. There was nothing of the sort as with the "cow encounters", no barking and running.
Instead, he just stood there for a dozen seconds, then made a high pitched squeak and made himself scarce.
I took off after him, as soon as I realized that my Bear Dog might actually, really, be a Laika after all.
The sow must've thought that chasing a couple of losers is beyond her dignity or something, for which I'm grateful.
As for the point of this story - I'm pretty sure there was one when I clicked "reply". Kinda have doubts now.