We Got A Goat!!

Can you believe it?!?!?!?!?!?!  Yep, the Mr. finally caved and let me get the pet I’ve been dreaming of . . . a little baby goat!  It was actually an early housewarming gift from him–isn’t that sweet?  He totally surprised me.  Sigh.  I love the Mr.

My plan is to house-train her once we move into our new place.  And then hopefully learn how to milk her and use the milk to make homemade goat cheese (just like the Tipsy Baker).  Such a good idea, right?  Isn’t she just the sweetest?  We’ve named her Ashley H after the one that got away . . .

So how did this happen?!  Well, it all started Saturday morning–the Mr. woke up bright and early with lots of surprises up his sleeve (unbeknownst to me).  First up?  He made me breakfast!  Yep–fresh eggs from Fountain of Youth Organics (the Organic Shop right in Brockport) scrambled up with organic chicken sausage (also made locally), peppers, onions, and goat cheese.  Yum!  Little did I know that the goat cheese was a hint . . .

It was out-of-this-world good.  Especially because I didn’t have to make it :).  And then he told me he had even more surprises planned, and we had to head out . . . to where?  He wouldn’t tell!!!  Cheeky Monkey.

But I found out soon enough–the Mr. took me to a local joint: Springdale Farm.  It was AAAAAA-wait for it-DORABLE! And FREE to boot!  Only the petting zoo cost money . . . guess how much?  ONE DOLLAH!  That’s right.  Cuz that’s how they roll in Western NY . . .

So there I was, totally just thinking that the Mr. was taking me to experience yet another of his growing-up-in-Brockport memories (apparently all the area schools take the kids there for field trips).  And it was great–I love me a good ol’ fashioned farm any day.  We saw sheep . . .

. . . and pigs . . .

(the picture doesn’t do that big guy justice–no joke, he was the size of me and the Mr. put together!)

(doesn’t that new mama look like she has a smile on her face?)

. . . and we saw roosters . . .

(I’m a little bit in love with the effect the chain link fence had on those pictures . . . pretty rad, huh?)

. . . and some peacocks (noisy little buggers that they are) . . .

. . . and even some horses . . . check out how much Mr. B has grown since moving west–those are regular riding horses!  I swear, it must be something in the water out here . . .

Okay, so maybe they’re miniatures . . . too cute, huh?

But the best part of the farm?  The goats of course!!!!  There were itty-bitty baby ones . . .

. . . regular grown-up ones . . .

. . . and THEN . . . the toddler ones that were up for ADOPTION!!!!  That’s when the Mr. sprung it on me–I had my pick!  But of course, Ashley H stole my heart right from the get-go.  Just look at how cute she is, and she kept following me around!

And she even had some love to spare for the Mr. . . .

Of course, it wasn’t the easiest decision.  This little guy stole the Mr.’s heart . . .

He even started crying when we left (the goat, not Mr. Bunches) . . .

But we could only take one goat home (for now . . . I’m hoping the Mr. will soon let me get another–fingers crossed!).

So are you so excited for us?!  Are you shocked?  Did you see it coming?  Want to see pics of Ashley H at home?  Well . . .

Okay, so we didn’t get a goat, but wouldn’t that have been AMAZING?!  If you don’t agree, then apparently you’re in the Mr.’s camp.  Boo on you.  For the past few years, I’ve really wanted to get a goat–not quite sure what my fascination is or why I love the dang things so much.  Maybe because I see my own goat as my own personal goat cheese supply?  And I love me some goat cheese–you can put that s%@& on everything!

Happy Monday kids.

8 Responses to We Got A Goat!!

  1. erinhawk says:

    AWWWWW C’MON!!!!! The kids and I were screaming in front of the computer! We were SO excited!! The kids were trying to figure out how quickly they could get to Aunt Kirin and Uncle Dave’s house… It takes a goat to excite them apparently hahaha BOOOOOO! Go get Ashley!!

  2. Devri says:

    You stink!!!!!! I’m at the airport reading this and I yelled out loud to Josh’s family that you got a goat. Everyone got excited because they had a goat a long time ago. And then I got to the end of your post – booooo! Josh said you just want to increase your blog hits -Ha!!

  3. shannon parmele says:

    I read the whole thing totally convinced a goat had moved in around the corner and thinking I should throw the kids in the wagon and walk over. No dice, huh?! And I was sooo thrilled with her name even though ashley h annoys the hell out of me. But one thing is for certain, you are HILARIOUS!

    • bunchesofjoy says:

      Yeah–I thought people had to know the goat thing was a hoax when they saw that we named her Ashley H . . . that girl is so dang annoying!!! I’m almost now rooting for her to end up heartbroken . . . isn’t that just awful of me?

  4. Brittany says:

    I was seriously pumped for you all…a goat would be totally rad! One of these days I’d love to have goats and chickens – neither of which will happen in our current suburban home (stupid HOA). Your photos at the farm are amazing!

    • bunchesofjoy says:

      I’m all about someday having goats and chickens too! I think chickens would be totally doable now, but the Mr. says no . . . maybe when we retire a million years from now. Sigh.

  5. mom says:

    I thought you had really lost it. House train a goat? Altho’ I would have paid money to see you with a goat as it ate your pig tails:)

  6. LOL if you did get a goat you would have to make the cheese. Sounds suspiciously like work to me 🙂

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