Working full time, exercising and maintaining friendships keeps us really busy. It seems in my family, we are on the road constantly, definitely many more hours than we would like. Our commute puts us in the car over two hours a day, five days a week. Weekends aren’t much better, as we are always on the road headed somewhere.
We’ve seen some pretty unusual sights, but recently even I was surprised. We were driving in a slight drizzle and I was enjoying the sound of the rain tapping on the windshield, when my husband glanced over and said, “He has a goat.”
“Huh?” I asked, thinking I must have misunderstood what he said. “There’s a goat in that Jeep.” He repeated. Now I was interested!” Looking around I caught a glimpse of white in the back of the Jeep as we passed by.
Glancing back, my husband added, “He’s eating a hamburger.” Now I had to ask, “Which one?” Grinning, he said, “The driver.” Hey, it was a fair question.
Who would think that driving down a busy interstate, even in Texas you would see livestock riding in the back of a vehicle? With all the traffic, I just wasn’t able to get a good picture, but believe me, I was tempted to wave the Jeep to the side of the road, and ask for the story.
Instead I had to be content with finally catching a glimpse of the goat as the driver moved into the far left lane and passed us. The rest of the trip was spent inventing scenarios, explaining how a goat ended up in the back of a Jeep, driving down the interstate, traveling across Texas. A lovely rainy afternoon spent spinning tales of goats, cars and rain.

