Worried

I didn't sleep at all Tuesday night during the thunder storm and rain. I had turned Pennelope out that evening with the goats, on the backside of the barn, and with Kay, the Pyrenees. I could just imagine Kay barking at Pennelope, who would be trying to get in the barn and out of the storm, and all the goats running to the top of the hill, to escape the horse monster. The goats, and the dog, on that side of the pasture have never been pastured with a mini horse and usually won't go near the barn when a horse can be smelled. I ran to the barn early the next morning to find everyone sound asleep, even Kay.