I was not planning on blogging again this quickly, but my goat made me do it.  Here is how we found Brown Sugar this afternoon:

His head is inside a chicken’s nest box.  Not sure why or how, but this is what it is like when you own goats.



I saw the neurosurgeon this morning.  He feels the degenerative disc disease is the cause of my symptoms, I do not need surgery yet, and next I am going to get a steroid injection in my back.


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6 Responses to Goats

  1. Chai Chai says:

    Owning goats is like living with the Three Stooges.

  2. Teresa says:

    Oops! I’m sure he had a good reason. Cute picture!

  3. rabbtux says:

    I’m glad you are getting the steroid injection. My brother, and a sister in law had that done and it helped immensely.
    Love the silly goat photo. It was very entertaining.

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