That bulls are dangerous animals is without question.  So when one attacked my friend, Mike, I was hardly surprised.  After all, I lived in Kentucky and witnessed firsthand a bull taking out the corner of a neighbor’s brick house in a frenzied rage.  When his dairy cows had acted as a unit to save his life, Mike entered the Dairy Farmer’s Hall of Fame (Well, he would if there was one). His girls, as he called them, were docile and affectionate.  His farm was small enough that he knew each of his cattle by name.  Theirs was a relationship of cooperation as he relieved their swollen udders twice a day,…