Can’t make this up if I tried.

How many can honestly say a goat has joined you during your morning exercise torture?  Routine.  I mean routine.

Working out could only happen before we got the kids up for school.  The sun hadn’t even come up that morning but my roommate, Cuzzie, and I head down to our garage, flip on our workout video and start grunting away while silently cursing Shaun T.

Our garage door was open to get air circulating during our workout with one of our cars parked in the driveway.

Almost an hour later, in between a superman plank or a vomit in your mouth sit up, Cuzzie says…

“I swear I just saw a goat?”

Under my breathe I mumble something like “I hate exercise..ugh… did she say goat?”

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Looking up, MY eyes saw the goat.  It looked straight at us and we all froze.  The Goat.  Cuzzie.  And myself.  And the voice of Shaun T coming out of our computer yelling in that fitness trainer way “5 more, don’t stop!”.

That goat took ONE tiny little step toward our driveway.  And all hell broke loose.

The car in the garage became our sanctuary as we scrambled into it like the Dukes of Hazard boys when they were itching to get going quick.  The goat curiously took a couple more steps toward the inside of the garage.  Possibly due to our style of entering a vehicle.

The Scared Grew Some Cahones.

While looks of sheer confusion smacked us in the face, we wondered what our next action should be.  Is this a rogue goat? Do we call 911? Who will save the kids?  Is it hungry? Wait, do goats eat meat?

Oh My.Goat. that nice skittish neighbor lady just took her little skittish dog out for a walk and should be heading back any moment now.  The ridiculous amount of thoughts that flew out of our mouths was insane.  (yes, we got dramatic).

Either bored or distracted this grass eating thing lost interest in Shaun T’s workout (and us) and headed down our dead end street looking to make heads turn.   Giving us a moment to exit the car and head into the house.

However, Cuzzie noticed our neighbor and her dog returning.

So.Did.The Goat.  (Did your eyes just open a little wider?) The goat became curious of course and wanted to make friends and made it’s way toward them.

In true dramatic fashion, Cuzzie somehow got the neighbor and her dog in my car and decided the safest thing to do would be to drive her back to her house.

2 houses down (I know, I know…)

I made the weirdest phone call to 911 for help while watching from our upstairs window with the children.

And took pictures.

Because no one would believe me if I said a goat tried to join our workout.

All in all, with the help of the police and a local farm, this goat made it’s way back….sure to tell it’s own tale of it’s adventure out to all her baaaa-est friends.
xoxo,

 

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