Ok, so maybe you’re wondering why this bloggy thing is called “From Boats To Goats.” Maybe you’re not, but I’m going to write about it anyway.
My dad used to joke that if something had four legs and fur, I wanted one – and no, Walter, he wasn’t wrong. Dogs, cats, hamsters, guinea pigs, chinchillas, ferrets, and many more were my childhood, god bless my parents. Does this desire subside with adulthood? Nope. Not one bit.
So of course when my husband and I decided to leave our boating life, an entire discussion about animals is imminent.
I picked out my girls yesterday – 3 baby goats and one adult doe. And they come to me in 2 weeks. This stupid keyboard and WordPress and all the stuff in the world fails to allow me to express my excitement.
OH. MY. GOD. I’M GETTING GOATS.