Heh!
I got used to waking up when the occasional goat/chicken/horse would walk in our house and bum treats... in those days one could leave the doors wide open with no fear of intruders of the two leg type!
Had to teach "Bad Horse! Bad Horse!" when they stumbled in as they COULD raise havoc inside... LOL!... goats, not so much! Them baby nubians are so danged cute we would let them bed down on really cold nights... lots of pellet patrol when that was allowed.
Laughing, and remembering all the animals that found a way to come into my house over the years.
A daughter, who went out in the rain, got her new horse and brought it in out of the rain, I found them in the dining room.
A goat that would open the magnetic latch on the screen door and ‘come on in’, she ruined several of my naps, walking down the long hall to find me, sounds like a woman in high heels.
My brother came to visit, when his son Kendall was about 2 or 3 and they loved the nubian babies, so brought one in, it was a site to see, the goat in the middle of their sleeping bag, all night and not a drop to clean up.
I have even had chickens that came in the house, when the greenhouse that was attached, was left with an open door.
Bill called me at work one night, wanted to know if I had the rooster in the house for a reason, it had been watching him through the sliding glass door, when he came home from work, LOL, he said the rooster looked as tho he liked it in the house and had always been there to guard it.
Sometimes, the animals give real meaning to life.