Living on the outskirts of civilization means we have neighbors with large animals–cows, goats, sheep, llamas, the asthmatic donkey and, of course, horses. Last night, horses from down the hill managed to escape from their fenced-in area and ended up on our property. Two people appeared at dusk on horseback and rode down our driveway. One of them, named Luis, let Agent Smith know they were there to get their horses; we hadn’t actually noticed them as the rogue horses were out near the south pasture.
Well, Luis’ horse then left us a present.
Now I’m not sure of the etiquette, but crapping on your neighbor’s driveway is definitely a new one for me. These shots were taken this morning, and when I went out to take them, another neighbor’s dogs (who are very friendly) saw me out and came running to greet me. (You can see them as blurry bits in the upper left corner of the first image–one is brown and the other is black and white.) To make the matter even more disgusting, one of those dogs–I will refrain from identifying which to protect his whatever–then proceeded to eat the poop.
And thus was another morning in Purgatory.
