"Mom, dad's home", teenage son from upstairs
"Ok", me downstairs cooking dinner
"He's got a goat in the back of his car!"
"What? I thought you said your dad has a goat in his Subaru!"
"That is exactly what I said"
I dropped my spoon to run to front window just in time to see hubby unloading a darling white pygmy goat out of the back of his subaru station wagon. Who was this man and where is my husband? My hubby, with all the patience of a saint, usually puts up with my animal weaknesses. Bringing one home, on his own, in the back of his very well cared for car is simply not done...ever!
As it turns out he was visiting his parents and it just so happened that they had been taking turns with their neighbor 'storing' a little goat in their garages trying to find its rightful owner. My inlaws live in town on a busy street so finding the owner of a stray goat just didn't seem that hard...how many people keep goats in that neighborhood? Well it turned out to be more difficult than they anticipated. After the little guy climbed up on one of their cars it was decided that for his own sake and the safety of all the cars in the neighborhood he needed to find a more suitable home. As luck would have it along comes their son who happens to be married to the woman that can't turn down an animal and you guessed it, hubby arrives home with said goat, lol!
'Fluffy' as he was christened by my then 2 1/2 year old daughter, has been an interesting addition to the farm. He is small and friendly, he also likes to escape and head butt everyone that enters the pasture. Oh well we wouldn't want a boring animal now would we?
Oh by the way...I burned dinner!
