After some begging and pleading, I convinced my husband that Fred needed to come live in our backyard. I convinced him by telling him that he'd never have to mow the lawn again. I quickly became a goat expert...by googling info about goats.
Fred ate all the weeds in the backyard, he ate all the weeds in the side yard, he ate all the weeds in the front yard...he did not eat the grass.... so much for selling the lawn mower.... That was okay though. Fred was an AWESOME pet! He would climb in our laps when we went on the patio, he ate out of our hands, he headbutted the chicken-killing dog! He would cry for us when we weren't outside...how cute :-)...until I realized we could hear him while we were in the house. This was a problem.
You see, goats are not exactly "allowed" where we live. And Fred was really noisy. I was worried about the neighbors getting annoyed and calling animal control. So Fred went back to One Badger Farms. Since we know the owners, we did get up to visit Fred a few times after we returned him.
I kept trying to figure out a way to get Fred back. Maybe if we had TWO goats he'd be quieter, or maybe we could make a home for him in the garage...but there really wasn't a solution that would be very fair to Fred. He belonged on a farm.
Unfortunately, in October, Fred passed away after eating some noxious weeds. But I'm anxious to try the goat thing again....as soon as I figure out how to shut them up!
RIP Fred the Goat.
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