Still waiting for that second false fall here. Yep. Still sweating.
A few weeks ago, Sunshine sent me a text about the littlest goat being sick. I stopped in to check and first thing we had to do was catch him. I don't know if you know this, but goats are super fast. Luckily, I was a bit faster since he was not feeling good.
When I picked Little Bit up, he immediately put his head on my chest and snuggled. I almost burst into tears. I carried him to my car and drove to the back house and put him in the puppy kennel to determine the next steps.
I texted Frank, the breeder, who immediately walked me through the next steps. I leave and run down to Pittsboro Feed for electrolytes and D-wormer medicine. I also contacted a vet who could come out that evening.
I return to give him some electrolytes and pull him out of the kennel and hold him. And he had an accident ... down my leg while holding him and all over the floor. Oh my lawd. It's fine, it's fine. I just keep moving.
Scott and I had dinner plans with friends and this chaos was making Friday evening rough. Fortunately, they are low-key, easy going friends and game for anything. Take-out food at our house was the new plan so I would be close for when the vet arrives. My friend, Tracy, rode with me to meet the vet after work.
I always wonder if something is an emergency when it comes to animals. It's always hard to tell. Once the vet arrived, this was indeed an emergency and it was the right call. Half an hour later, Little Bit received all the meds, everything and the kitchen sink. He would need electrolytes through the evening.
Um ... ok. I got this, I think to myself, and we drive back to my house. Scott has dinner on the bar and we all make our plates, drinks and settle at the table for great food and conversation.
After a few minutes, RJ looks at me and casually asks, "Is there a goat in the garage?'
I reply like it's the most normal thing in the world with, "Yes."
Scott looks at me with this incredulous look and says, "You're lying. There is not."
Casually, "No, there is."
Scott cocks his head and says, "You did not bring the goat home."
"Yes, I did."
Scott cocks his head again as if turning it the other way is going to make me answer differently.
He emphatically says, "There better not be a goat in the garage."
Game on.
I cock my head and say, "Babe, the goat is really sick. I couldn't just leave him at work. He needs electrolytes and observed all night." This is what animal lovers do.
In my head, I was also thinking I am going to put him on my half of the back patio right outside our bedroom door. You will be fine. (Exhibit A above.)
We ate dinner and I checked on Little Bit who had trashed the kennel in the garage. Tracy and I carried him to the front yard and hosed out his kennel and him with some cool water which the vet said would be good for his fever.
Stay tuned next week for how this adorable Little Bit story ends. In the meantime, the goats are patiently waiting for your visit and the plants are waiting patiently for new homes. If you come on the right day and time, Scott may even have a chicken for you to take, or a duck or maybe a goat. You just never know around here. That will be next week on As the FGS World Turns .....
