Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Just Call Me Florence Nightengoat

Ok. So that was a lame ass pun. But - I got the official word today that Elvis and Ann-Margaret have a clean bill of health. No worms. No parasites. No viruses.

Figuring out how to trick Elvis into taking his de-wormer (easy - put it on Goat Chow) and holding down Ann-Margaret for a twice daily dose of antibiotics for 7 days seems to have paid off because their exams revealed healthy, happy goats.

While I never planned on giving up, I had doubts at times that we would get over these health hurdles and onto the business of raising goats. But we did. And I am thrilled.

So thrilled in fact, I am considering yielding to Marty's request to get some chickens.

And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your...