Saturday Morning at the Animal Rescue Barn

I volunteer on Saturday mornings at a farm animal rescue about twenty minutes outside of town. It's home to goats, pigs, chickens, two donkeys, a very dramatic llama and a cow named Buttercup who weighs fifteen hundred pounds and thinks she's a lapdog.

My job is mostly shoveling and filling water troughs. But the best part is when the chores are done and I get to sit in the pasture with a cup of coffee and let the goats climb on me.

There's a pig named Hamlet who likes his belly scratched. There's a goat named Pancake who tries to eat my shoelaces every single week. Buttercup puts her giant head in my lap and sighs.

I come home smelling like a barnyard. My husband makes me shower in the garage. Worth it, every Saturday.