So the story goes... The cross country team has been training on our road lately. We see them run by, a little while later the bus goes by to pick them up at the end of their run, and hauls them back to school. Evidently Millie saw them running yesterday afternoon and thought it seemed like a great day for a jog. So, she joined in and followed the kids all the way to their destination. When the driver came to pick up the runners, Millie being one of the group now, loaded up.
You can imagine the surprise (well maybe not so much surprise, when you've had goats as long as we have their antics transition from surprising to mostly amusing) amusement of my dad and daughter (and Dad will say he is NOT or NEVER has been amused by goat antics, but WE know he wouldn't have it any other way) when the bus slowed in front of the farmhouse, the doors opened and Millie trotted off. My daughter couldn't wait to retell the story at dinner time while laughing hysterically. As my brother said, "only on Hog Trough."
With a face like this, we should have known she was gonna be trouble. ;)