*This is cross-posted from my personal blog, Infactory.blogspot.com.
When we woke up this morning, there was a goat on our front porch. That’s right—a goat. Now, a goat is not something you see every day, particularly when he’s camped out all night at your door.
Not knowing what else to do, we befriended him and named him Billy Boy. He ate dog treats and lots of leaves, we…
Posted on August 8, 2007 at 7:55pm