Don't tell Mario.
There's a little problem, though. He's younger. Much younger.
The new love of my life is an 8 month old Scottish short-horn bull calf by the name of Scottie, who showed up today at a street fair held by the local mosque. The festivities go on all day, but the petting zoo was from 12:00 - 3:00, and I stayed for most of that time.
I was one happy woman. It's Saturday, see, and normally I go to the farmer's market on Saturdays and pet every dog in the neighborhood. But there's no market today since the farmers assume we're all home eating leftovers, so I was feeling severely deprived of my weekly critter-petting. But no more. I petted and groomed and hugged to my heart's content, and came home smelling so interestingly of other species that now my cats aren't talking to me.
We walked through on our way back from the gym, and first I was smitten by the goats, then by the chickens (I want backyard chickens, but this seems to require undue amounts of discussion at home and a change of zoning by the city), then by the lop-eared rabbits, but when I got to the last enclosure with the llama and Scottie, I was done for.
Can I keep a bull calf in my back yard? He's only 600 pounds right now. He won't attain his full SUV-weight for another year or so.
I might be better off with a goat. At least he'd eat my fabric scraps.