Goats and Billy

Never really liked goats that much til I moved to Mexico. My uncle Billy had a goat and it was not the nicest animal on the farm. Mean, I'd say. Gave me a love tap a time or two. Made me mad as heck. So, I guess that old, mean goat made me not like them so well.



But then we went to Mexico and we housesat for some friends. They had a goat, a sheep and some ducks. Honestly, the goat was the smartest and friendliest of the bunch. By far. The ducks just waddled into the house at times, unannouced quacking all the way. And doing other things as well. The sheep would always get tangled up in his rope and knock over his water bucket. He would run from me too. What a crazy animal.



But the goat would always talk to me, okay, in animal langauge. So I have no idea what his baaas meant. He would let me rub his head and he would come to me. He was a friendly fellow.



Now this Christmas, John, a good friend of mine who works in Ghana, told me I should buy a goat. I thought, "John, you have lost your mind," but then he explained what he meant. He told me that for only $35 I could purchase a goat in Ghana, Africa for a family in need and it would be a means of having milk, cheese, and yogurt. And if we could buy three, two females and one male, then a family could have baby goats as well. A way to make a living and feed their children.



What a great idea! I had to have one, no two, no three! Finally, when all was said and done our family had bought four goats.



Now, I know everyone doesn't like goats. Well, you can get a chicken, or a cow, or a llama. Yes, you can find someone like John, or go online to an organization like World Vision and you can buy an animal and help a family in need in a place like Ghana or Haiti.



I can't wait to get a photo of my goats!