Was That A……?
So, Sunday before my car tried to make me think someone had shot me, I was going to the store.
I got in my car, and started it; cranked the a/c up to full-arctic-blast.
I was pulling out of the driveway, when I saw a lady and her goat.
Yep, a lady had a black and white goat on a leash.
She was walking the goat.
Walking. The. Goat.
And, I don’t even live in a rural area.
I got in the car, muttering something about it being elebenty-bazillion degrees outside and how I must be hallucinating.
I drove down my street, and there was goat-lady again.
She was walking past a house, and the residents were standing outside.
Not one of them was trying to hide their shock at seeing a goat on a leash.
It was weird, but weirder yet is someone in my neighborhood has a goat that’s trained enough to walk on a leash.
I told my husband about it when I got home, and of course Bugsy, the Insane (my crazy cat) was listening to the conversation.
He was unimpressed.