Goat Love

Well, we did it again. We bought another goat at the auction. This is a little carmel pygmy nanny. She is very sweet and doesn't know she's a goat. We bought her so that Jonesie (aka Davy Jones) would have someone to hang out with since he's a bit of an outcast with the other goats. He's sniffed her a few times, but pretty much continues to be the odd man out of the herd. He's young yet, though and the only "guy with gonads" in the pasture. So sooner or later, he's gonna be putting on Barry White and following her around doing more than sniffing.

Following the Pirate naming theme, we decided to call her Calypso. However, she's had a dozen names this week so far. Butterscotch, Buttercup, Butterpie... well, you get the trend. So little Butter is a houdini. She has escaped several times to come "maa-aa-aaing" at the house for attention. I think we've managed to shore up all the escape hatches in the pasture now. God I hope.

I have visions of coming home and finding her and Jonesie on the sofa with a cocktail, goat porn on the tv, and "Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Baby" crooning on the stereo. Oh yeah, baby.

"Maa-aa-aa".