The good news is we have already raised $1 for our Tangy Pledge Drive. It only took two days. So at this rate in 3074 more days she will be on her way to her new Kiwi home. That is only eight years and a few months! Vaya con Dios, Tangy!
The bad news is that yesterday some children came over and one of them was quite small and she wanted to ride a goat. When I heard her say, "I want to ride a goat," I discreetly galloped at top speed to the far corner of the pasture, right behind Hannah Belle who was making extremely good time for a goat who is eight months pregnant.
Everyone else with normal intelligence followed us, leaving only the Nubian crosses and Eo up at the barn in catching range. Eo was plotting a government overthrow as usual and not paying attention to the conversation.
The farmer was dubious since none of us had ever been ridden. "I don't know about that," the farmer said, eyeballing the Nubian crosses. "It would have to be a big goat."
We don't have any big wethers since there is a strict rule against them, and they would be the natural choice for goat riding activities. Big Orange and Xie Xie are pregnant, so that got them off the hook. Pinky Jr. is too skinny because she is growing so fast and Pinky is a milker and she will also be the new Sheriff of Crazytown if Maddie ever resigns. She is Crazy with a capital T.
And that left only one goat: the tangerine whale.
"See if Tangy will come out," the farmer told the children.
Tangy lumbered out.
"Okay let's see if we can get the horse halter on her," the farmer said, pretending not to be surprised.
Tangy stood patiently while an upside-down horse halter was put on her for a harness.
"Okay let's put you on her," the farmer said to the little girl. On she went.
"Hold on tight," the farmer told the little girl, and she grabbed the halter. The farmer snapped a lead rope on Tangy.
"Okay let's see if she will walk." Tangy walked off without batting an eye.
"I want to ride her alone," the little girl said. "By myself."
The farmer took the lead rope off.
Tangy and passenger walked off alone. There was no sunset at that time of day or they would have walked into it.
"Hmm," said the farmer. "Who knew."
I wonder if this means Tangy is still going to New Zealand in 2019. I kind of don't think so.
Diary of a Dairy Goat. This blog is the diary of one goat, Baby Belle, a Nigerian Dwarf who lives on a small dairy farm in Western Washington.