Sunday, September 11, 2005
My poor truck
They wandered away before I needed it again. Afterwards, my side mirror was showing me the ground right next to the door, and there were muzzle smears all over the passenger window, but as I expected, there was no real harm done. I don't know why they like vehicles so much. It makes sense in a huge open pasture, they love anything they can rub on, but in this case there were plenty of fence posts and signs and other well-site-related objects available. Just the novelty, I guess.