Goat’s garage occupation caused Idaho County Free Press reporter Lorie Palmer delays in getting to interviews Monday, Aug. 28.
As of Tuesday, August 29, 2017
GRANGEVILLE I messaged some of my co-workers, including my publisher, editor and sports editor, Monday morning. It’s not unusual to do so. Our schedules are flexible since we often work weekends and nights. So, getting an “I’ll be late,” message from me wasn’t surprising.
However, the reason may have been.
“I would like to get this goat out of my garage before I come in to work,” I wrote. “I am not a goat whisperer.”
“Best ‘I’ll be late for work’ excuse ever,” messaged back publisher Sarah Klement.
You see, it all started when ….
At 6:30 a.m., my brother came in. He lives up the way from us on Red Barn Lane, close to the Sunset Auto Vue drive-in theater.
“There’s a goat at my house,” he said. “I can’t let my dogs out or they’ll chase it.”
He proceeded to say he had asked just about every neighbor on the lane if the brown goat belonged to them. He couldn’t find the owner. He left and I thought, “Hmmmm? Oh well. I have to get ready for work.”
Hailey was read to go out the door for school at about 7:30 a.m. and let out a holler when she opened the front door.
“I about peed my pants!” she yelled.
A large, brown goat was leaning against the door of our front porch. It didn’t want to move, but she finally gave it a little slap to the hind end and it ran ….
Straight into the open side door of our garage.
She left for school, but not before she grabbed a photo to post on Facebook to see if anyone was missing a goat.
I opened the garage door thinking the goat would come out, but my fierce little protectors (a 3-year-old chiweenie and a 14-year-old Pomeranian) chased the goat into the back of the garage. In behind the 1969 Z28 Camaro.
All I could think about was, “That goat is going to kick that Camaro, and Valor is going to come unhinged. First at me for ‘letting’ it get in there. Second, at the goat owner.”
I rattled a pan of dog food to coax it out. It didn’t work.
I was still working on my dilemma when at 9:25 a.m., Michelle Schaeffer called from Syringa.
“Did you forget?” she asked.
Ugggghhhhhhh! My interview with Dr. Campbell!
“I’m sorry Michelle! I got sidetracked with this goat in my garage!”
“What? A goat?”
I left the garage door open and hot-footed it over to the clinic, where, phone in hand, I made sure Michelle, Dr. Campbell and Dana Greig all knew I hadn’t made up the scenario.
“Best excuse ever!” they laughed as I apologized.
In the meantime, I did get a hold of Valor, who came home, got the goat out of the garage to watch it sail over the fence into the horse pasture where the two horses chased it out. Last we knew it had traveled across the road to neighbors on Meadow Lane. We were informed Monday afternoon the goat was used for tying by a young girl in town but was probably trying to make its way back home to its Mt. Idaho owners.
Moral of the story: Keep your doors closed. Oh, and keep this one in your pocket to use instead of “the dog ate my homework.” It’s much more Idaho County.