I'm not kicking this goat, I promise. My husband and I were sitting on the bench by the pond, admiring the afternoon. I had my legs crossed, and Arlene the goat came up and gently but insistently pushed her head up under my foot. She wanted to be petted, and she didn't care how.
I foot-petted her for a moment, then she ran off to play again.
After having these goats, I understand now that petting zoos aren't for the children...they're for the goats!
So there I was, sitting in my beautiful home in the suburbs, minding my own business, when my husband says, "The mortgage rates are coming down. Why don't we look around?"
Two months later, we had moved into a 6.5-acre farmette in the country, with two horses, three goats, three ducks, and two cats.
Now what do we do? Warning...major learning curve ahead....