…a funny thing happened on the way to the bar
We are suckers. There was a little goat who had a bad leg. She was cute and made little happy goat sounds.
So now we have a goat. He name is Oopsy Daisy, because that’s what I said when I put her in her cage and she promptly fell down.
I think I hit peak Cottage Core last night when we brought her home. I was in a handmade Dottie Angel calico dress and work boots, bottle feeding a baby goat in our chicken yard.
…exactly what I expected when I went to law school. Or what the Husband expected when he got his PhD, and was looking seriously at post docs in Paris.
Meeting Lou for the first time.
Being fed. Once we figured out what we were doing.
Now we are Goad’s Goat Farm!
I was just getting ready to ask you when I could expect goat milk for my soap!
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She’s got a congenital defect, so she’s just a pet. We won’t breed her. But our next goat will be a breeder.
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