You heard me. A real life goat, a kid if you will. Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, not 1 but 2, yes that's right, 2 kids kicked me this morning. Is this normal?
It all started yesterday. I was working in the basement/office/music room/whatever room where my closet is, and heard this big thud. Bella started freaking out. I had no idea what was going on until I looked out the window. Ah hah! The fence in the backyard was blown over by the lovely wind. Thank you wind!!! Now, not only can I see the neighbors backyard, I can see their 2 goats wandering around. Fun you might think. But low and behold, as I'm working this morning at 8:00, I see something out of the corner of my eye in OUR backyard. Oh, no worries, it's just the neighbors dog. But wait! Two seconds later, here comes a goat. I started freaking out and ran upstairs to tell Carolyn (my mother-in-law for those of you who don't know her) to call the neighbors and tell them their goats were running away. I told her I would try to be animal control until she could get ahold of the neighbors.
This is where I come in. Ashley Animal Rescuer. I run outside in my PJs and slippers to try and catch the one little goat that has escaped. Thankfully it came right to me, wagging it's tail. Weird right? So I pick it up and off I go to take it back to the other side of the fallen fence. On the way back it started kicking me, all the while I'm freaking out trying to protect my face. Legs flailing and kicking, I push it through the PVC fence (a temporary fence to keeps goats IN) and tell it to go home. Bad idea. Now it knows exactly how to get in and out of the stupid PVC fence. Just when I think I'm safe I turn around and what did I find? BOTH GOATS HAD ESCAPED! Now not only am I getting kicked by one goat when I pick it up, I have two wanting to kick me. Thanks to my gigantic muscles I was able to lift our fallen fence and keep the goats trapped in their own yard. Ah..... Now I'm stuck with the goats in their backyard. What a fun morning. Thankfully I found a way out of the backyard and back to my basement/office/music room/whatever room where my closet is and back to my job. Whew.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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6 comments:
When did you get gigantic muscles?
That is too funny! They sound like evil goats to me ha ha
Ryan told me about this! Haha. Your work is a dangerous one.
We always hated their dogs I can not believe they have goats now nice you should of let them run a way you are way to nice maybe they would have played in the street or something.
hahaha, that's funny!
That is hilarious! Who ever expects to start their day getting kicked by goats?!
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