Have you ever had a day that you are in such a bad mood that you could spit nails? This must have been the kind of day Snowball the Dog was having on Sunday. Here’s Snowball on a happier day leading his goat parade up and down Swinging Bridge Road. These goats know no boundaries. They must drive Snowball crazy.

It was a less organized scene when I drove into the goats on Sunday. They were scattered and stressing Snowball.     I stopped, and Snowball walked up and lunged at the back of my car. I heard a noise like I’d run over a limb. I thought, “Did I run over Snowball’s paw?”  However,  Snowball was standing there smirking and giving me the stink eye.  He even strutted a little. Paws looked fine.  While I still did not know where the noise came from, Snowball appeared in fine health and all of the goats appeared fine.  I started to move the car forward again–this time with Snowball’s approval.

I got home and noticed this.  HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????

Mike was out of town, so I took the car down to my brother-in-law’s for a look-see.    He said…”see the scraping followed by the puncture marks?  Snowball has bit your car and then yanked this piece out.”

So as my car which I’ve affectionately named Cracker and treated so well (no eating inside this car) has her first wound, and it was a dog bite!!