Today's flashback includes no pictures and it's a cryin' shame. This is a story unlike anything most of you have ever experienced.
I don't know how many of you know, but for a while, Spencer was studying veterinary medicine. So our first year of marriage, he worked at an animal reproduction lab at Utah State. (A job that brought forth MANY funny and unusual stories. If Spence ever wants to share them...he's welcome to be a guest writer.) As part of his undergraduate duties, he was required to feed the goats every other week...weekends included. Theses large, ugly goats were housed in a shackled, smelly goat barn.
One Sunday night we had been at some sort of church meeting and were on our way home... Spencer in a suit and me in my skirt and heals... when Spencer remembered he hadn't yet fed the goats. It was already dark out and the goat barn had no lighting. So the plan was to drive the car right in front of it, shine the headlights inside and keep the doors open.
Spencer came out a moment later a little hesitant to ask me a favor. These nasty goats were used to eating in the afternoon and were hungry. They had gotten out of their stalls to look for some food. So Spencer in his suit was climbing these stalls and tugging the goats to get them back where they were supposed to be. All I had to do was stand at the door to make sure the goats didn't leave the barn. Spencer was sure the goats would be afraid of me and not try to leave. HA!
While Spencer was busy with one goat and I was up to my ankles in hay and muck, another goat came charging towards me. I freaked. As if all goats weren't nasty, these were the nastiest goats ever. And she wasn't afraid of me as Spencer predicted. So my gut reaction was to shut the barn doors. I left Spencer locked in there in the pitch blackness until I could be sure that if I re-opened those doors, a goat wouldn't come running my direction.
Needless to say, we all made it home safe. No goats were lost or harmed.
I am SO not an animal lover.