It was Sunday afternoon and I had crossed off the last item on my weekend to-do list.
I headed into the pasture to hang out with my friends.
Johnny seemed a little miffed that he hadn't been invited and followed me down the path.
When he realized he'd traveled outside his safety zone...
...he made an abrupt turn toward the nearest cactus, under which he could hide if necessary.
I kept going and found Hank. Lucy, George and Alan were nowhere in sight,
but I had a good guess as to their whereabouts by the direction Hank's ears were pointing.
Hank: You shouldn't be out this far, you know.
Johnny: I know. I'm counting on you to hide me.
Which Hank probably would have done, but not before gathering his herd.
He beckoned them with an ear-splitting whinny...
...which sent scaredy cat racing for the barn.
On the off chance that they actually listened to Hank, Johnny did not want to be caught in the stampede.
I followed Johnny, Hank followed me, and eventually we were all gathered at the barn.
Johnny was waiting for us.
George was indignant that I blocked his passage through the doorway.
Me: You have to move now or you're going to get stomped on.
Johnny: What's the secret password?