Paul and Ringo

Last year, when we were packing furiously trying to escape Indiana, we had the Beatles playing in the background.

Last evening when we dropped off the boys at football, we headed to Loganville - oddly enough my parents are from Logansport - and Loganville has the same "flavor" small town, homestead farms, quaint little place.

We pulled into Kevin's house and were greeted by a cloud of white fur - when he and his wife adopted the first Pyrenese, they fell in love - and now several litters of puppies later, they have a whole pack - there were at least 8 dogs - maybe more - and they were so soft and so friendly.

We walked across the yard, passing the pond full of Muscovy ducks and geese and over to his herd of goats. There were about a dozen kids the same age as Bubba and Little Bit, then there were also some older whethers ( neutered males). He introduced us to the Kennedy Brothers, and a slew of other goats. Each baby we picked up was spoken for, then a little one came through the herd, being moved aside by the larger kids. He looked like one of those Chinese Crested Dogs - mostly wrinkled black skin and a little bit of curly hair on his head and back. He had a white star on his forehead. " I don't know what we are going to do about that one - he is the runt and isn't getting to the feed, the others push him out of the way. We had to hold the mother down and separated her to get him fed - so he needs to go somewhere that he can be bottle fed. " Yep, he came home with us - we took pictures.

Paul he said was very friendly, but he had been born with a curly coat much to the dismay of the breeder. A curly coat is a "fault" in show goats and indicated some questionable parentage. So of course we decided right away on Paul. After about five minutes of thinking what to name the bitty one - we decided on Ringo Star - he has ringlets and a star on his forehead - and his brother is Paul - so maybe we can name the forthcoming twins John and George.

Paul liked the pen, he warmed up to Sheba and he is very affectionate. Justin introduced them by telling Sheba that we brought her a nice gay man to snuggle up to. They liked each other just fine, and I found them curled up together in the pen this morning.

Ringo on the other hand, was not going to sleep alone - he wanted no part of the kennel or the heat lamp and made sure we heard his protest ( yea, so did people in China) So wrapped in a towel, he slept on my lap until midnight - then I traded duty with Bear. This morning Ringo was wrapped in a fleece blanket, sleeping in with Bear and when I left, he was handed off to Justin, still in the fleece blanket. Not sure how I feel about having a goat sleeping in my bed while I am gone....
But they have been just the therapy I needed - something to keep my busy until enough time passes and I don't' have to feel sad about the boys anymore.

I did talk to the vet, he was horrified that the dosage was too high and he wanted to make it right. He will be buying us another pair of twins from the same herd Little Bit and Bubba came from as well as covering vet services for us for awhile in compensation. He must have apologized a dozen times. The world is right again.