I’m deeply mooved. 
djm
What a load of bullocks
David
This is the worst bunch of puns I’ve ever herd.
Yes Steve, we have been at it h**l for leather.
Hope it meats your approval
David
I’m just trying not to get into a stew over it. But, having taken stock, I must say it still makes me braise an eyebrow. 
As long as you don’t go lard-de-da over it.
David
I’m dripping with emotion over it all. It’s a scenario that doesn’t suet me at all. In fact, I feel bloody offal about the whole thing.
“Bloody offal”. Yick.
Here’s lookin’ at you, kidney. 
What an excellent thread.
I like this “cowtalk”.
You know, I bet the person who rejected this picture also blushes when she orders rump roast from the butcher!
Redwolf
Maybe if we sent a petition to The Lodge at Sonoma, their opinion would be suede?
If it was, would they leather sell it back to them?
Hm, I’ll have to ruminate on that one…
No, they’ll never cow-tow to the tastes of the masses.
djm
Or liver let live maybe.
David
Are you kids finished yet? 
I had no idea we had so many world-class punsters on the board. I will not torture our readers more with puns, but I do have something to add. Memorize this and say it to your kids/grandkids–they’ll love it (come on, read it clear through, there are some really terrific parts):
My papa held me up to the Moo Cow Moo
So close I could almost touch.
And I fed him a couple of times or so,
And I wasn’t a 'fraid-cat, much.
But if my papa goes in the house,
And my mama she goes in too,
I keep still like a little mouse
For the Moo Cow Moo might moo.
The Moo Cow’s tail is a piece of rope
All raveled out where it grows;
And it’s just like feeling a piece of soap
All over the Moo Cow’s nose.
And the Moo Cow Moo has lots of fun
Just switching his tail about,
But if he opens his mouth, why then I run,
For that’s where the Moo comes out.
The Moo Cow Moo has deers on his head,
And his eyes stick out of their place,
And the nose of the Moo Cow Moo is spread
All over the Moo Cow’s face.
And his feet are nothing but fingernails,
And his mama don’t keep them cut,
And he gives folks milk in water pails,
When he don’t keep his handles shut.
But if you or I pull his handles, why
The Moo Cow Moo says it hurts,
But the hired man sits down close by
And squirts, and squirts, and squirts.
Edmund Vance Cooke
My only concern with this poem is the use of the word “handles” (that and the fact that this little person refers to the milk cow as a “he”). Do you think the Lodge at Sonoma would allow this to be recited there?
Susan
Judging by their refusal of the painting I’d have to say no.
Anyway, where’s Weekenders in this thread? You’d think it would be ideal territory for him to make some of his pat correlations.
Out somewhere getting pie-eyed? 
djm