I am immensely grateful to the rescue organization that we adopted two goats from yesterday. The goats are absolute dolls! Having tame goats is like having two very friendly dogs that don't bark. The add on Craig's list said that they "would take all the love and cookies you could give". It was the truth. I am completely and utterly in love. They are older girls (five and seven), but they will finish out their years here with us. We are so happy to give them a loving home, especially since the alternative was a slaughter truck.
They were named Patty and Keeta, but we weren't fond of the name Keeta, so now they are Patty and Selma (just like Marge's sisters on "The Simpsons"). They are adapting to their new home and are working on their roommate relationship. As it stands right now Selma is trying to establish dominance over Patty, since Selma is older. Selma is being a bit of a b*&#@ to Patty, and won't let her in their little house. We are hoping the situation will iron itself out soon. I put a sweater on Patty this morning, since it was so windy and cold and her roommate was not sharing her room.
I'm really hoping some crime was committed at 7:30 this morning, so I will be interrogated.
Detective: "Where were you at seven thirty a.m. on April fifth?"
Me: "I was putting a sweater on my goat."
Detective: "Of course. There will be no further questioning."
[In the pictures Selma is eating "forbidden" sticks through a fence that is protecting a tree within their enclosure. Selma was not giving me any good shots, so I settled for that. Patty is sporting the sweater :-)]