This evening just before dark I got a call from Josh informing me that one of my goats was out and almost in his daylily display garden. Immediately, I felt the presence of the dark angel of intestinal unrest.

I quickly jumped into my cowboy boots and headed out the door. As I rounded the corner of the house, I met Hudson and Denton herding Willow (I should have known)

back toward the barn. They said, that their daddy said, that if Willow had gotten into his daylilies, he would have had to give her a whipping. I’m sure that’s what he SAID, but I’m also sure that’s NOT what he meant.
I don’t know how that goat got out, but I feel like it involved climbing. Anyway, I know what I’m going to be doing tomorrow.