My landlord was doing some welding at the other end of the yard; I called his name but couldn't be heard. Where in the world did this goat come from? I mean, really. It's not every day you find a goat in your back yard. I looked inside for the camera, but couldn't see it. Just then my landlord glanced over and I said, "Um, Help?" He seemed quite taken with me, and wanted to cuddle. It was really getting funny until he started poking about my plants and eating on of them. I picked up the jug and yelled, "That's my Creeping Jenny!" He then tried to move on to other things, Snapdragons, Hydrangea, my Poppy.
"Just hit him!" Sean yelled, walking over to me. I just forced him away until Sean tied him up with a rope.
"The neighbors are out of town and he keeps getting out. I can't figure out how." Our neighbors have a goat? Who knew.
Well, at least for now my plants are safe, but I am planning on keeping my eye out that window.