There seemed to be something wrong with
Gene. Peter had gone over her a few times, but he wasn't a vet so he couldn't tell for sure. Somehow, though, it seemed to him like Gene might simply be depressed. With Walter gone, the lab was not as frequently used as Gene was probably used to.
So today Peter decided to take Gene out for a walk. Yes, he was going to walk a cow. He hoped, maybe, the fresh air and the attention she would no doubt get from being out and about would rejuvenate her spirits. He had, after all, grown fond of her.
Gene was on a leash, but the dairy cow seemed to simply be following Peter willingly. He was out in the park with her, watching Gene lazily graze on some grass.