Alan gets out of line

I went out to visit the boys at lunchtime yesterday, to find a particularly aggressive group of flies taking up residence on George's belly. They hovered around a small scrape and refused to leave. I placed my hand over the scrape for a few minutes to give George some relief, then explained to him that, as much as I'd like to, I couldn't stand there all day, so we'd best head back to the barn to get some ointment to put on the scrape. He agreed, and we started our trek down the path to the barn.

Hank took notice of our departure, decided there might be food involved, and followed along behind George.

So there we were, me walking backwards taking pictures and George and Hank moseying along in single file.

Alan came racing up from behind, indignant that we had left the pasture without telling him.

He charged right past Hank and George...

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...then took what he believed to be his rightful place at the front of the line.