a goat

 Wow it took me forever to get past 1990 the summer of the goat.

We had a Summer exchange student by the name of Anke from Germany that was the same age as our oldest daughter.  Far Guy took all the girls to a centennial celebration over in Ponsford and a goat was being sold at auction…so he bought it for me. The girls thought it was all great fun. BUT I had always wanted a goat. We named him Seger (Ziege).

The goat was supposed to be a miniature goat. Nope not so much he was a good sized brush eater. He would eat anything green…flowers…poison ivy… you get the idea.  We kept him in the dog fence in the daytime but he would often escape. It was fine if he laid down in front of the door…however he began to jump in peoples boats…during this time we owned a resort.  He jumped on top of Far Guy’s car every day when he came home from work.  Seger didn’t care who chased him with a broom he though it was great fun.  He had a dry place to sleep up in the horse shed.  He followed me around like a dog and would bleat mournfully if he lost sight of me.  He was afraid of thunder and would show up at the front door and I would let him inside where he would bury his head under my arm until the storm had passed. No he did not poop in the house!

One of the camping people put the shucks from sweet corn in a bag on top of his car…well you can guess where the goat went. So I had to rehome the goat.  It was a sad day when I left him with other goats at a tourist attraction where he had lots of room to roam with a tall fence and bridges to cross.

Seger was a very smart goat. He learned that if he lowered his head and ran at teenage girls they would scream and run from him. He tried it with me…I stood my ground and he would stop and press his head against my leg to be scratched. 

I have very fond memories of that goat!

Far Side