George the Goat – 19-Feb-2021

Red-roof barn in a field, against green trees and a beautiful blue sky.

“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”

-Robert Frost

Do you think the cats and dogs of America have just about had it with our B.S.?

I mean, dogs and cats have had to put up with a lot, when it comes to sharing their owners and their homes.

It was one thing when the hamsters and gerbils were introduced into American homes…

Blonde hamster

Household cats and dogs didn’t seem too upset by their introduction, but in hindsight, I bet they’re wishing they’d put an end to that nonsense right then and there.

Those furry, little rats were kept in cages with wheels, and our house cats thought we bought the hamsters just as playthings for them to “play with” and eventually kill.

blonde hamster in a cage with the door open

The same goes for canaries and parakeets. The felines of America were just sitting and waiting for the moment those feathered hors d’oeurvres escaped their cages and stupidly flew low enough to be lunch.

Canary in a cage

Then, we lost our collective minds a little bit more, and we somehow decided that snakes, bearded dragons and lizards, of all shapes and sizes, would make wonderful house pets.

Bearded dragon

(Geez, my skin is crawling just typing that!)

A couple of missing small dogs and cats later, the “house” pythons were slithering with full bellies and smiling.

Python snake

Rule # 1: No snakes in the house.

Next, came the ferrets and weasels. Stinky little buggers who like to steal your stuff, when you’re not looking, and build “nests” with all of your stolen items in the box spring of your bed, or the underside of your sofa.

Ferret being fed with a dropper in the house.

Where the hell is the remote?

And still our faithful dogs and cats remained loyal and patient, even when they got blamed for Grandma’s missing underpants or a piece of the “good silverware” mysteriously vanishing.

After that, we moved farm animals out of the barn and into our homes; Pot belly pigs, guinea pigs and piglets.

Pink Piglet

These little guys were so stinking cute!

But they also grew larger than most folks expected, and the feed bill for “Kevin Bacon” or “Hamlet” was an unexpected and unwelcome surprise.

Pig and man with glasses, nose to nose

After that phase, I can only imagine that our steadfast dogs and cats were relieved to have their food dishes back to themselves.

And now?

Now, we’re into goats.

White baby goat

Goats in pajamas.

Goat yoga.

Pygmy goats.

Fainting goats.

All of a sudden, America is loving us some goats.

pygmy goat in pajamas on a leash

That’s cool. Whatever tickles your fancy.

If our unconditionally-loving canines and felines could roll their eyes, you know they would.

dog looking directly at the camera, cat and another dog in a woman's lap.

People are buying these jumpy, little furballs and loving the heck out of them.

I’m down with anything that makes you happy.

One evening about a week ago, at my friends’ home in a small Texas town, the cameras and alarms went off at the front door. Being Texan Americans, they grabbed their guns and went to check it out.

What they found on their front porch was a baby goat — its umbilical cord still attached.

Brown and black baby goat

Brand, spanking new.

It’s a complete mystery how this baby goat ended up on their front doorstep, since they own many acres and live well out of town.

How did this baby goat just “appear”?

Of course, they took him in. They clipped the cord and cleaned him up. He was starving, and they fed him from an empty condiment bottle, after which he sighed, yawned and promptly went to sleep.

And that was the beginning of George The Goat living in my friends’ Texas home.

George The Goat
This is George!

George is now about a week old, and he’s the size of a spaniel — all legs, and jumping everywhere.

He’s affectionate and playful, and is even working on being housebroken.

A goat?

In the house?

I know, right?

But it’s working. George has fit right in, and is making himself right at home.

Apparently, George is an South African Boer goat, and may grow to be as much as 200 pounds. So, I’m thinking that George may be moving outside, once spring arrives.

South african boer goat

Either way, a very sharp blade, held in a (hopefully) steady and swift-moving hand, is in George’s future, because my friend tells me that they make great pets, after “the boys” are unceremoniously and surgically removed.

One of my first questions to my friend was, “What do Frank and Nina think of George?”

A pug and a scotty with a floral arch behind them

Frank and Nina are their two dogs. They’ve been with my friends’ for years. Devoted. Unwavering. Loyal.

Although, formal introductions haven’t been made, Frank and Nina know there’s a new animal on the property, and this animal is living inside the house.

I wonder if Frank and Nina think George The Goat is just another fad?

Knowing my friends and how kindhearted and generous they are, Frank and Nina are going to have to wrap their heads around the fact that George is there to stay.

I feel you, Frank and Nina.

Two light brown dogs looking up

Change is hard.

But sometimes, the things that we hate the most in the beginning, turn out to be the best things.

Goats in the house.

Whoever would’ve thought that was on the horizon?

More tomorrow,


Restart. Refocus. Reinvent.

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