I forgot to mention that my regular 3 mile run on Friday actually turned out to be a 4 mile run with a bonus goat rescue! (I love the word goat, by the way. It's one of my favorites.) I was on my run and while going down Harrell's Nursery road I was flagged down by a tiny Asian woman, Ophelia, and she was very nervous about a goat that had gotten his head and horns stuck in the fence. Now, I know that upon first meeting me you immediately think, She obviously knows a thing or two about goats, but truth be told, I am a goat wranglin' rookie. But I figured, how hard can it be to get an animal to turn its head 90 degrees? A lot harder than it looked, Spanky! The combined efforts of me and Ophelia did nothing. Poor goat was apparently deaf too because I kept yelling "Turn your head and free yourself, you weirdo!" but he didn't respond. I decided to finish my run and then return to the goat field on my way back to my house to see if a miracle occurred and the goat had been teleported out of the fence. Nope, he was stuck as ever and now bleating in the most pathetic and pitiful manner imaginable. I tried and tried to just grab that goat by the horns and shove him through, but he would not have it! Finally, a minivan pulled over and a woman and her teenage son joined my efforts. With a little bending of the fence wire and whole lotta goat cajolin' we got that critter free. He ran away and didn't even say thank you. Was he raised in a barn?!? But then the good Samaritan and I did a silent fistbump and I went on with my day like I didn't just save a goat's life. But I did. And I'm pretty sure there are some sweet heavenly rewards for that...
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