okay, so you’ll never believe this story, but I swear to the Almighty that it’s true

This weekend we dog-sat for MK’s dog Porsche. He came around 9:00 this evening to pick her up, and B and I were lazing around watching a movie with the dogs. I was snuggled up under a quilt, and for some very, very odd reason we didn’t hear MK’s car come down the road or up the driveway (that has to be a first—we notice EVERYTHING—but the movie WAS really good…). The dogs heard NOTHING, and only barked when he knocked on the door.

Anyway, B came out to help him load her gear up and MK asked what animals we had in our backyard. B said that we didn’t have anything, but noticed that the leaves were rustling. Upon further inspection, he saw faces, and came quickly to the conclusion that there were cows in our backyard. About 20 of them. Of course, like most men, when faced with danger or urgency, he called for his wife. : ) I called the neighbors because they have cattle behind us—but really far behind us, and it didn’t seem logical that they were theirs, but whose else’s could they have been?

So they came roaring over. The neighbor that lives close is the dad, and his two sons also have cattle, so they came over as well (though they don’t live that close). They immediately discerned that the cattle were not theirs. Then we all thought maybe that they belonged across the road (at Bubba’s house). So they called BK, the landlord, and asked if they were his cattle. He lives about 20 miles away, so we waited for quite a while and got to know them a little better. He came over and determined that they were indeed his cattle. For them to have come into our backyard, however, would have meant that they would have had to walk about ¼ mile down the road, and just mosey up the hill of our driveway, walk past the barn and down into the backyard. Oh, and without getting hit. Strange but true, that’s how it happened.

So, then BK starts calling his cattle, and proceeded to have a mini cattle drive out the yard, down the driveway, down the road, into Bubba’s driveway, and back to the corral from whence they came. It was pretty obvious that Bubba’s kid left the gate open when she got the pony out, and the pony and two horses were out as well. But they all went back in, slick as a whistle. Unbelieveable. I will ask B tomorrow if this was all a weird, weird dream.

Our dogs are SO fired.