I was a total wreck. Being a wreck isn’t helping you prepare, he said. But I was a wreck anyway. I couldn’t sleep, worrying about all the things I was responsible for that weren’t done and all of the Dreadful Things That Could Happen. But eventually Friday came and I Read more…
So then it was back to the DMV at 6am again. And Christina showed up like the champ she is, and held my place in line while I hung out with the truck and the new trailer and kept my fingers and toes tightly crossed. And I gave her a Read more…
None of it is right. None of it. The DMV VIN inspection lady said. You needed to do a million things differently than you did. So we’re just screwed? I asked her. Pretty much, yes. She said. Well, that’s basically what she said anyway. But she said I could get Read more…
It was 5:01 a.m. when I got to Sophie’s. I teased myself for being one minute late. We were trying to see what it was like to work the goats super mega early in the morning, as we would on trail. She hopped in with two energy drinks and we Read more…
Did you see the donkey yet? Kristin asked. Yeah, he’s right over there. We pointed. The guy with the donkey wanted to talk, but Sally the Donkey didn’t want anything to do with our goats. Sharkey even went up to say hello and Sally’s heart just about fell to her Read more…
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…