I dropped in briefly (about an hour) because Ian wanted to build a goat pen. Sam was there, so she hung out with me as I tacked up Reno. Suddenly, from the far barn, the goats spilled out. They ran around a little anxiously and headed to the back of the barn. Ian came out, lead ropes in hand, to follow.

"Should we help him?" asked Sam.

"Nah," I replied. "I'm gonna sit here and enjoy this for a while."

Reno was okay, we need to find a saddle that doesn't pinch his shoulders so badly.

Then I made up feed for Robert. I wonder what he'll think about that. I don't think he knew we were there. I'm debating sending him an email so he doesn't think he's going crazy, or just let him think he is.