Probably Never Going to Own a Goat...

Actually told Hans I won't ask anymore for a goat.  Our nice walk in the bright, sunshiny evening on the Cascade Trail off of Hoehn ended oddly as two pygmy goats decided Hans and the kids must be their new best friends.  I took Harvey, Eli, and Hazel and kept walking quickly to the van while Hans and Abby tried to "encourage" the goats to return home.  Instead, those two goats ran, bleating, after Hans and Abby down the trail towards our van.  Every time Hans would get them turned back toward home, as soon as he was turned again to the van, those goats would high-tail around after him, running on their little legs, loudly bleating.  We finally all made it to the van with those two rascally goats hot on Hans heels.  We drove away, but did a u-turn just to see if those goats knew their way home.  They were standing in the middle of the road!  Hans had to jog them home, leading them down the trail, and I had to find the driveway to the house that owned them to pick him up.  Ridiculous animals!