the wallet

As it turned out…Friday night after Doug fell off the horse, we were going out to dinner. However, he realized that he didn’t have his wallet. At first, he thought he lost it when he fell, but then we kind of decided that it might still be at home in his other trousers because he had a quick change before coming out to the farm.

When we got home much later that night however, there was no wallet.

The Williams’ spent about six hours a piece looking all along the trails where we had ridden, but to no avail. On Monday, we ordered Doug a new driver’s license.

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

Saturday night  Doug got a phone call from Greg. His daughter lives on a property adjacent to the farm. She raises goats that graze on her father’s pastures. For the first time ever in the two years of goatherding, the goats decided to graze in a new area.

Of course, the goat dog, follows them and watches them.

Today, the dog brought something back with him.

Doug’s wallet. There were teeth marks in almost every item in that wallet, and a pretty fair job of tearing apart the leather had been accomplished. So it was inevitable that Doug would have needed a new driver’s license anyway, but…it wasn’t there. Maybe the goat dog will bring that home next time ;)

Thank you Roxy!