Today Daughter C and I hooked up the trailer and took the generator, which has a stopped float, and the 4-wheeler, which has a messed up carburetor, to our local small engine repair shop. Daughter C played with the goats at the shop.
The little kids are cute as the dickens. This one had been bottle fed. He’s a pet goat.
The big guy is a
He was once a pet. But then he found his autonomous goatness.
I can see the allure of goats, but I think I will stick to dogs.
“Stick to? Stick to? As if the decision to love us– love me!– is a default position? Marica! I thought better of you.”
“Oh for crying out loud, Missy.”
“Ruff. ruff. ruff!”
“Oh, man, you’re right, Rocky! Gil would be envious of that goat’s coat.”