One summer, when I was about 10 years old my parents acquired a couple goats. We lived quite a distance from neighbors so after the goats escaped their fence for the 100th time they were given their freedom.
Curious, playful, friendly and so darn cute, these wonderful creatures quickly became my entertainment and although I don't remember much about those years, I'll always remember the goats.
Years later, when I married, they got a small herd of goats. My parents were going to raise dairy goats so they carefully build an escape proof fence but from then on the most commonly heard comment was, "#&*#!, the goats are out again."
This one was my favourite. Her name was Blossom and she would follow you around everywhere tugging at your clothing, pulling at your hair and just being a lovable nuisance.
Blossom is beautiful. We had a nanny and her billy. One day we ame home and Nanny was gone. So was Billy. We had goat stew for supper that night that none of would eat because our friend Billy was in it. We just sat at the table and cried. I like your way to use the goats better.
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