Hiram, Circa 1913

Exhibit A. Hiram, circa 1913

Clearly, I come from a long line of distinguished goat people. It’s written in my DNA.  If you don’t believe me, refer back to Exhibit A.  That is my grandfather Hiram, Goat Wrangler Extraordinare.   My cousin, The Elitest Jerk, sent me the above picture.  She came across it yesterday while sorting through family heirlooms.

Recently, as I have dilly-dallied about the yard, I’ve been hearing the distant, but happy sound of goat bleating. The song of my people is in the air! My neighbors two doors down have made a recent acquisition.  I struggle to catch a glimpse, but to no avail. The summer foilage has grown too thick.  There is some comfort in knowing that goaty goodness is getting closer and closer to Peace.Love.Home…

In a world where color-coded tampons represent a gesture of affection just think what testament of love could be expressed in the gift of a goat…

Remember, it is the Year of the Goat.

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