Houston, We Have A Goat

Mercy.

I had another post planned for today.  A serious one.  Full of thoughtful thoughts.

And then Bray came home last night from the farm with the kids.

I knew that while they were at the farm (because I had meetings in Fort Worth), Grandfather had taken them to a sale and purchased a pet goat for the kids.  Very sweet.  Little miniature goat that I’m sure will eat the farmhouse.

What I didn’t realize is that, most likely for shock value, Bray would bring said pet goat to hang out in our backyard. So I run up to the truck to kiss all my four Vincents and they all shout out, “There’s a goat in the back!”  Big broad smiling faces announcing the goat’s arrival.  Of course, I thought they were kidding.  I looked at Bray and said, “ha, ha, ha, they’re kidding, right?”  Same big broad smile, I see where they get it, comes back at me with a “Nope.”  Promptly followed with a, “You can BLOG about it!”

Aye-yi-ya.

The goat’s name, depending on who you ask, is either Grandpa, Fluffy or Furry, or Princess.  I’ll let you guess who picked out which name.

I also now see where the saying, “Stubborn as a goat,” came from.  Try getting the goat from his oversized dog cage out to the backyard to wander free in the grass.  He fought and fought as we took his rope and tried to entice him to the back with carrots.

Here is a bit from the goat’s homecoming last night.

And here is our goat this morning, having survived the night.  Meet Grandpa Fluffy Furry Princess Vincent:

Does anyone remember Do-Dah Duck Vincent?  I guess at least GFFP will not poop in my pool.  Though he may eat the wood off our garage.

This was the writing prompt Bray suggested for today’s post – what are the three things you never thought you’d experience in marriage?  I have to say, a duck and a goat taking up residence in my backyard ranks right up there.  It feels like a wacky Friends episode, no?

Well, what say you?  Three things???