Goat in the ICU or Jackson, the amazing Pygmy goat
So I missed blogging last week and am late this week. I know you are on the edge of your seats waiting to hear about the goat in the ICU. I was traveling for Thanksgiving and too lazy to blog. Another reason I missed last week is that I couldn't find a good photo of Jackson, the goat. I was looking for the Christmas card I made one year where his head and most of his body was inside a paper feed bag and only his rear and tail were sticking out. But, alas, I couldn't find it. I might have been able to recover it, but that would involve cleaning out the closet in my office. Then the fun of trying to close the door before everything falls out would be gone. I also looked for the photo of him on the dishwasher door when it was open and the one of him on the kitchen table! No luck. If I find either, I promise to post. For Valentine's Day one year, I gave Michael, my first husband, a pair of pygmy goats. We named them SeƱor Wences and Topo Gigio (re: Ed Sullivan...