Avid readers of my blog will remember my history with goats. I was first introduced to them at the petting zoo at the Brentwood Country Mart. Although I was at first very interested in them and wanted to pet them and follow them, that desire wore off in a hurry. I still wanted to look at them, I just didn't want to be near them. In fact, I screamed if anyone even suggested that I go inside the pen at the petting zoo again! Those days seem to have passed. In fact, at the Easter festival we went to, I chased, petted and hugged the goats!
At night, though, I find that I'm increasingly concerned that a goat will try to come in my house! I like to have a plan for what I'm going to do if a goat comes. So mommy and I worked out a plan: if a goat comes, I'll make goat cheese and taunt him with it.
I also have a plan for when lobsters come. If a lobster comes, I'll put him in a pot and boil him! Then mommy, daddy and I will eat him with clarified butter.
I'm a girl with a plan!
