Escaped the yard. Ate a lot and got fat. Walked thru a lot of these sticker seeds things. Saw us come home from work. Crawled under fence back into yard while we stood there unimpressed. Gets on porch and makes this face at me.
Good grief. Mid morning I was sitting in front of the computer, gloomily trying to step through the process of getting my daughter online access to the college she will be going to in the fall. They had sent us a helpful page of instructions, written in 10 point font. I was alternately squinting, typing, clicking, and grumbling when I heard someone drive by the house toward the barn. My son is having a large party tonight, and I just assumed that one of his friends was arriving to help him set things up. So many Random Youths show up here. Almost half an hour later my husband called out to me, “Hey! Did you know the farrier is here?”
ARGH! I thought he was coming next Saturday! I grabbed boots and a coat and fled toward the barn, where Hero was standing patiently by the barn and John was already trimming his third hoof. I apologized. Fortunately my presence for the hoof trimming is not exactly required; Hero stands still whether anyone is holding him or not. He seems to regard the hoof trimming as a fun manicure, and sometimes almost goes to sleep while John is working on him. The only one who causes problems is - you guessed it - Nutmeg Goat, who sometimes objects to Hero getting all the attention.