It was Friday evening and time to muzzle off. It was also raining very hard.
I grabbed an umbrella and my camera, as I was pretty sure George and Alan
had ever met an umbrella and the encounter might prove blogworthy.
I stood where they could see me and waited.
George and Alan were anxious to have their grazing muzzles removed
but not anxious enough to race toward me at their usual speed.
Alan: I'd rather stand here getting wet than get near that thing.
After a thorough inspection, George determined that the umbrella was a good thing...
... because his butt would stay dry when he backed up to have it scratched.
It also held water and tasted pretty good.