I took an Ativan. I was so stressed out about what he’d say. It’ll be a great journey. He said as he microchipped them all. They need more muscle mass and a little more weight, that’s true, but they’ll be fine. He said. After I showed him our itinerary. They’re Read more…
The sky was icee-berry-blue-flavored and I could just eat the whole thing up. Amanda met us and we squealed and hugged each other and danced around a bit because it had been so long, and then it was off to the goats. Amanda wore her dress and leggings and hiking Read more…
So I shoved him with my foot, because what else was I supposed to do? Bosco had Oatcake’s back leg between his horns and twisted it until Oatcake fell on the ground crying. We were yelling at Bosco, and so I shoved him with my foot and squirted him with Read more…
We timed it and we have the whole process down to 40 minutes from when we get to the barn to when everyone is dressed and geared up and out the gate. Impressive. We are getting better at goat wrangling. Melissa and her son Elvis, and Sophie and I packed Read more…
Too skinny, too skinny, too skinny, Not Too Skinny. She said. The last of course, was a finger pointed at Oatcake. We’d already taken them out for a five point five mile hike earlier without any real incident before the vet’s visit to the house. The goats were good around Read more…
So, it dawned on us at some point that we actually speak human better than we speak goat. So instead of just trying to convince the goats to get out of the road whenever a car was coming, we got right out there in the road and stopped the traffic. Read more…
Jennie had a dream. I said. She had a dream that we had a sweet goat named Oatcake. Wyatt’s brown and white. Sophie said. Maybe his name is Oatcake! We laughed and laughed and loved it and decided to try it out. We were both dressed in our hiking dresses Read more…
He screamed his face off and just about pulled the fence post out of the ground. Wyatt, you’re okay buddy, I told him while I saddled up Jon Snow. Wyatt leaped around and broke his collar trying to get back into the paddock with Bosco and Sharkey. I fixed his Read more…
So I picked up Melissa and we talked goats and caught up while we drove to Mom’s house. I’d only seen her a few times since high school but she and Renee were going to join us to hike the Tahoe Rim Trail with the goat-eo gang. We saddled up Read more…
They bounced and giggled and wriggled around us. These two new sweeties. We knew we’d bring them home. We made small talk with the owner, a teenager with clear eyes and an honest face who clearly loved them but was ready to re-home them and move on to new projects. Read more…