Wolves, a Medic Alert Bracelet, and Diabetic Cows

I’m at a bowling alley. Bowling. Chilling. Talking. Bowling. Chilling. Drinking. Chilling. Bowling. Talking.

Something happens and I decide I have to run to my apartment real quick and grab something. I exchange my bowling shoes for my regular wear shoes and I head outside. It’s the wee hours of the morning so it’s considerably dark out. There’s a line of trees between the bowling alley and the apartment complex and I don’t have to go far and there’s enough light to get from the bowling alley to the apartments. Crossing from the bowling alley to the apartments isn’t difficult at all as we’ve blazed a trail between the trees. It’s well worn. It’s like a hop, skip, and a jump, and then BAM! you’re there.

Except not on this night.

I walk outside, see my breath as I breathe, and I look up to see the stars. It’s a beautifully clear night and the air is crisp. I start walking away from the building and towards the row of trees when wolves with yellowish, goldenish, like a yellow lab or a golden retriever, colored hair circle around me and encroach upon my space. They’re growling and as they approach I notice they have green eyes and they stand almost 4 feet tall at their back. They’re teeth are eerily white and shiny like they’ve been using crest whitestrips. They get closer and closer until I can feel them breathing on me and then one of them flips his head and rips my medic alert bracelet off my left arm (ooh shiny?) They all circle around the wolf that has the bracelet leaving me mostly unattended. I turn to run, but at the sight of my movement they jump towards me with mouths wide open. I get torn to shreds.

It was a dream.

But it made me think.

The examining of my bracelet, like they were checking to see if I was edible, as though I needed to be FDA approved or something before they ate me. It made me think of cows for some reason. And if diabetic cows taste different from non-diabetic cows. And can we taste the insulin in cows, because that stuff stinks to high heaven, the smell of insulin, it’s horrible, so can the insulin be tasted in things that are using it, can we taste it in our cows. And then I thought, they wouldn’t give a diabetic cow insulin, they’d just kill it, it’s meat. But then I thought, that’d be a sad cow to kill, all skinny, there wouldn’t be much meat on it. Which brought me back to giving cows insulin. They’d be healthy if they had insulin, the diabetic cows, and so there’d be more meat on them, and then they could be killed for us to eat, so would they give the diabetic cows insulin long enough to make them healthy so that they could turn around and kill them for their meat?

And then of course I thought, do cows even get diabetes? Humans get diabetes. Cats get diabetes. Dogs get diabetes. What would make cows impervious to diabetes, yeah, cows can get diabetes, but you never hear about cows having diabetes…do fish get diabetes, can you imagine being a shark with diabetes, talk about mood swings, everything dies in it’s path as it is (okay, that might be slightly exaggerated), what if he went low, think of the destruction that could happen if a shark had a low blood sugar. Sharks don’t each much carbs, I mean, fish is like a free food, so could they just manage their diabetes with diet, it practically would be anyways…i wonder how many carbs are in grass…wheat grass, is that what cows graze on, out there in the lush green fields, are they eating a lot of carbs?