Goats = Trouble

Ok, to all of you out there that are saying why in the H did you get goats Heather, all I have to say is...Dallan is the brains behind such a ridiculous idea. Seriously, they are cute. I will give them that. They are pigme goats, so they're small and seemingly harmless...but they are capable of sooo many things. First of all, they can jump like a nobody's business. They like to head butt the downstairs windows, hoping to get in the basement. Somehow they always find a way to get on our deck and poop everywhere. Hmmm what more can I tell you about the little darlings. They were way scared of us at first, but now they are not quite scared enough of us. I will have to put some pics up of them...Pearl is white, and Fiona is black. Usually, they wake us up in the morning because they are baaahhhing outside our window....so we decided it would be best to get rid of them before we leave for Mexico on Saturday. We didn't want the neighbors to hate us while we were gone, so we started making plans to sell them. I think they are smarter than we think because literally, that exact day, they started to be the best goats known to man. They haven't made a peep since. They are perfect angels. Wow. They know that Dallan is too much of a softie to give away perfectly behaved goats. So...we continue to have Robinson Farm happening in our backyard.