Our internet connection has been having problems, so here is last night's post, backdated appropriately.

If you have been following this blog for a while, you know that we use llamas to guard our sheep from roaming dogs and coyotes. Most llamas are pleasant sorts, but there are exceptions to every rule. We have one of those exceptions, aptly named "Spitfire." He and I had an encounter during feeding time tonight, which resulted in the following conversation:

Susan: He spit in your face?
Me: Look at my glasses. Do you see the green flecks and slime?
Susan: Really, he spit right in your face?
Me: Yes, right in the face and trust me, the smell is simply enchanting.
Susan: You should take a bath.
Me: I don't want a bath. If I take a bath I will be sitting there in floating llama spit. I'm taking a shower.