strider vs. the aurochs

My parents have a mythical beast.

His name is Strider and I really don't think he belongs here.

At least not in the way that refrigerators, computers, and laundry shoots do.

See, once I read a book called The Song of Albion and in it this ancient creature who no longer exists in our world, an aurochs, had wandered from its world through a hole in a cairn into England. And the reason I say this is that Strider kind of reminds me of an aurochs.

Not that I've seen one, but still.

Only an aurochs probably wouldn't sit in my lap in a car.
An aurochs probably understands that he is not a lap dog.
And an aurochs probably doesn't have such a nice goofy, tongue-just-lolling smile.
Or such kissable, whiskery cheeks.
So no, I've never been squished by an aurochs, but I've totally been squished by Strider and I would venture to say that the two probably don't differ all that much.