As usual, this morning I was drinking my coffee and checking my email, when my dog starts going nuts, looking out the window.

I look up, and what do I see? A woman on a horse! Right outside my fricking window. In my yard! With two dogs!

I get up to see what the hell she is doing in my yard, and I spot a second woman on a horse, with two more dogs! Needless to say, having just got up, I as not dressed to go outside and meet people. So, I stood there fuming that people would just ride their horses on to my property.

Wait! It gets better!

I look, and I see about four more horses, (with riders) and of course, with more dogs. I hate to go outside and see how much shit the horses and dogs have left behind.

Well, to try and make this story a little shorter, (too late, I know) by the time it was over, I counted 28 horses and riders, and too many dogs to count!! 28!! Almost all of which rode through my yard!

Now, I thought living out in the country was going to be peaceful and relaxing, but apparenty I was wrong. There is nothing relaxing about 28 horses, with riders looking in your window, and a thousand dogs in your yard.

And what gets me is, since this is the country, don't people like shoot other people for trespassing? I mean, I could have set out my bear traps in the yard last night for cleaning (don't ask why I have bear traps, I just do) and the horses could have stepped on them.

And what if I have been sunbathing nude in my supposedly private backyard? I know it's winter, but it's a really nice day today, it could happen! Or I could have been practicing my archery as they rode up, and accidently shot someone.

*SIGH* I guess this country living is going to be more interesting than I had thought. I guess I should just be grateful that horses don't have loud car stereos to wake me up, or that if the riders HAD done something bad, how hard would it be to find 28 women on horses with a million dogs?