Losing Control …

We agreed we weren’t getting ANY more animals.  Not for awhile anyway.

But, just one more goat, he said.  This may be the last crop of really good cashmeres, he said.  Bruce and  will just run over and pick out one little goat, he said.



Two hours later, this is what I see.

Never in a million years, did I dream that I would be the voice of reason when it came to animals.


In hindsight, I think the mistake was letting my son go along to help pick out A goat.




But they are pretty cute …  🙂

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