Yesterday my husband stomped into the kitchen and announced that deer have been nibbling some of the plants in our garden. "You can tell it was deer," he explained, "because their hoof prints look just like the goats', and the droppings are similar."
Unthinkable.
Here's my ethical dilemma. Do I let non-existent deer take the blame for that day when the goats escaped from their pen and ransacked the broccoli? When I had to run back to the garage for their leashes and a spray bottle to chase them out of the asparagus bed? When Emerson, mowing through the cabbage, head-butted me so hard that my entire right shin sports an angry greenish bruise?
Well, I don't want to be a snitch, so maybe I'll leave it up to Em and Ellie to confess their misdeeds. My real question, however, is this - does that shirt come in goat-size? If so, order me two.
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