Day 50

So today I was finishing up my run and I was on Franklin street headed back to the neighborhood. What you need to know is that while Holbrook isn't exactly a thriving metropolis or anything, its big enough to have 2 Dunkin Donuts and 2 elementary schools within a pretty small radius. This isn't a farming community. Franklin street is the main street that runs through town, and it's considerably busy. So like I said, today I was running on Franklin Street and I heard a bell behind me, but it was faint through the Coldplay coming through my headphones, and I didn't think much of it. Then I came to an intersection and stayed running-in-place so a car could turn in without hitting me, and traffic started to stop up a bit. I figured it it was because the car was turning, and cars stop when that happens on a 2-lane road. Then I continued running and I noticed that I could hear the bell again, but it was a cowbell (which is strange for bikes), and it wasn't getting any louder, though it was louder than before. Thinking that it might be someone with a bell trying to pass me (?), I scooted over into the grass after a while and peeked over my shoulder. It wasn't a bike. It was a pair of goats following me. Just trotting along with me. You might think I'm kidding, but I'm not. This is my life. So I turned around and the momma goat (I think it was the mom, because it was bigger than the other) ran out into the road, where cars had thankfully already begun to stop. The baby goat just stuck with me though and kept looking up at me like I knew where to take it, so I started walking in the opposite direction, where I guess it came from. After a few moments of following me, the baby ran out into the street too, and they wouldn't move. Instead of moving, they just peed in the street, and what I learned today is that goats can pee a lot. I thought maybe I should go and grab their collars, but goats might bite, and I didn't want to risk it. I mean, geese bite, and my past with geese is a traumatic one, so why wouldn't goats? By this point, I think people thought the goats were mine, because they had followed me, and I was just standing there on the side of the road watching the goats, calling to them and trying to decide what to do. Luckily, a man got out of his truck and herded the goats into a gated yard. Whether they were his or not, I don't know, but he gave me a thumbs up and I took it as my cue that the situation was under control.
If that wasn't enough, just before I got to my street, I heard barking, and looked up to see a HUGE dog barking ferociously and bounding towards me. And his owner kept shouting "Petey! Want a treat? Want a treat Petey?" No. Petey didn't want a treat. He wanted to jump on me and nip at me. I thought that, maybe since I have past semi-professional experience with dogs, maybe I could deal with him. Wrong. He didn't bite me though, and the owner was able to get him into her car.

Anyway, I just hope that my runs keep this level of excitement.