Monday I had taken Speck to the vet and then took him home and went back to the grocery store. The vet we use does as much with farm animals as he does with dogs and cats. There were some ads on the bulletin board for goats for sale and as Speck and I were waiting our turn, I was thinking about goats and how funny they are to watch but how much trouble they are with their escaping and eating everything habits. I doubt I ever have a goat of my own and probably don’t even want them any more.
As I came out of the grocery store, this is what was in the truck next to me:
The guy was getting out of the truck and I asked why he had the goat. He had just taken her to the vet. Must’ve been both our lucky days, huh? I said “I might just stick her in the back of my car. I’ve always wanted a goat.” He said “You don’t want her right now, she’s sick. But, I do have some if you want to buy a couple.” Hmm . . I had to think about that and then I said, no . . I’d rather stay married. On my way home from the grocery store, I was laughing thinking . . could you imagine Vince coming home from work and finding a couple of goats tied up in the back yard. Won’t happen . . I’m much too smart (or too chicken) to do something like that.
Sure hope that goat is feeling better.