Bonney and Curly Bill have two new friends: a Nigerian Dwarf doe and her doeling, who isn’t quite a doeling anymore. We drove to Elkton today (those 39 minutes that Google Maps said it would take? It felt more like hours!) to pick them up. The trip over was exciting we almost met a celebrity. Harrison Ford was in a silver (or is it gray?) Mustang in front of us. We know it was Harrison Ford.
How did we know? Danny says that this man- well, Harrison Ford- has Harrison Ford’s hair. Not to mention that in one of his movies he was driving a Mustang. Therefore, this IS Harrison Ford. And we almost met him! I still think Danny should have rear-ended them…
After stalking Harrison Ford and his unknown date, we met the seller at the 7-11 in Elkton. From there, we followed him (in his Prius) to a bumpy gravel road. And then turned onto a- what was it, Danny? Glorified path? – that was bordering on bone jarring . Did we mention that this man was going about 60 miles an hour on this “road”? Okay, maybe not 60, but he wasn’t crawling. I’m thankful for our Jeep. And he did it in a Prius.
When we arrived, there was an awesome half stone, half weathered board building that we cornered the goats in. I wish I had a picture of it. It was somewhat dilapidated, but still so cool. Two escapes, another capture, and two trips carrying (NOT me. The seller. Have you ever tried to carry a goat?) goats later, we made it to the Jeep.
The Jeep? Yes, we DO put goats in our Jeep. I sit in the backseat with our children to keep the animals from jumping over the seat. The return trip is never dull. Long, but not dull.
When we got home, D’o’jers had to go meet the goats. They are a little iffy on him- I don’t think they’ve seen a dog before.
Overall, I’m pleased with our purchase. They are nervous, but I think that with time they will grow to like me. What’s to not like? I give great treats- cucumber peels, pepper tops, potato skins, banana peels… I’m definitely fun. And with one-or both- of these does going on the milk stand in the future, they need to be tame. It’s my job to get them there.
They still aren’t named. Until they are, they are just “they,” “she,” or “the doe.” Any ideas?