Today my subject is lighthearted. I want to apologize for the bad grammar that comes through many times. My voice software seem to work really good sometimes and then I trust it and don't proofread like I should. Many times I read my own posts and I can't figure out what on earth I was trying to say. Part of it is the software and part is my speech is not that good anymore. I know y'all overlooked that.
Today there was a post from a friend on Facebook with a video of baby goats. Other than Labrador puppies baby goats are probably the cutest things in the world. Now I have a goat story from my past that I will share.
This was the time I became a goat broker. Where I work there was a guy whose father had a small acreage and a lot of animals. There was an older goat that that there and he was having problems with it because it would need the other animals food before they could get it. He asked around at work if anybody wanted a goat. I said I might but needed to talk to my wife. We lived on an acreage and I thought the go could keep the horses company. We already had problems with the horses eating all the grass in their pasture so she thought a goat would not be a good fit. She talked to her sister lived on an acreage north of us and she said they would take it. So I told the guy at work that I could take the goat and that they would come and get it for their acreage. It was a good idea to him and we agreed he would bring it on a Friday and they would come and get it on a Saturday.
On Friday came he brought the goat over to my truck and asked how I was going to keep it in the back. I said I would just tie it to the center of the bed. He said no way. It was too dangerous and the goat might hurt himself. He said the goat would ride in the cab and be very quiet since he was a very mild-mannered animal. I said okay and into the cab he went. It was very funny on the way home as I drove through town. He was sitting next to me and was as calm as could be. Get a full set of horns so this made quite a picture. I came to a number of stoplights getting home and the other drivers did double takes and I think more than one hurt their neck to see ago next to me.
He ended up living with my wife's sister for a long time and was always a easy animal to take care of. That is my story of when I was a broker!
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