Okay, so I don’t have a goat named Felicia. We did, however, sell Zoe. And I cried, and cried. She was the first goat I bought when I moved back home. She ran with me when I was upset and let me love all over her. She went to a good home, though. The couple who bought her have a boyfriend for her already, so she should be happy.
I went out yesterday and just sat with the goats. I held Cal for about 10 minutes and he was just so relaxed. Izzy was really interested in the phone, she wanted to eat it, and then she decided to play diva and wanted her picture taken…a lot.
I’m figuring out exactly where we are going with our goats, and Zoe and Izzy just don’t fit in the plans. We are moving in the right direction now, though. We are planning on who else to sell and who to keep. I am going tonight to look at another registered doe to add to the herd. I know for the most part what I am looking for. We are looking for milking lines to add. I have the list in my head that I want to sell, so I need to get them posted and out of here, so I can get some of the ones I want in here.
I miss Zoe, though. She was my girl. Annie has taken her spot in following me around and giving me kisses. She’s always been my sweetheart, from the day I brought her home, but it’s more now. She’s as bad as a puppy dog. I love her so much.
I was asked the other day what I do with my goats and why I want them. I listed off the normal things, like milking and cheese and of course my soap. But there’s also the companionship, the fun and the….. well, everything.
Zoe will always be one of my favorites, but I know she will be used to her full potential where she is now. She will be loved and needed. That’s all I can ask for when I sell one of my goats.