The Invasion
Here’s to hoping none of you ever have neighbors move in with a herd of llamas as llamas and horses are sworn natural enemies (Or so Woody has indicated to me on numerous occasions when the llamas decide to perch on top of the berm and glare at us; bastards).
Woody is convinced the neighboring llamas will bring about the apocalypse or at the very least maim him in some unspeakably horrid manner. As such he always keeps his eyes peeled during our evening rides just in case they should pick that moment to launch their inevitable attack. Puppy remains unconvinced that they pose any real threat other than being an eyesore.
