Well about an hour later we realized that Romeo was nowhere to be found. We looked and looked, and called and called. We checked in the woods, checked in the barbed wire, checked the neighbors'.
Finally Hope remembered that she had put him in a time out "because he was being naughty". A goat time-out.
In my van.
The image that you have in your mind right now is exactly the image that we saw when we opened the van door. A goat standing on the back seat, and you-know-exactly-what we found on exactly three seats.
I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.
We decided it would be best to let it dry overnight before attempting to clean it up. And so we did.
This morning as we loaded up for church we found the turds that of course we had completely forgotten about. We frantically scrubbed and cleaned and then drove to church in our Sunday best sitting on folded towels. And of course we laughed almost the whole way.
And I'll leave you with this image from the Urban farm. I hope this post wasn't too much information for you.
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