|The offensively tall grass|
I thought the whole idea of getting a goat was pretty silly since it would only take a few minutes to weed eat the grass, but I don’t own the house so I went along with it. Once we got the goat, however, I was completely in favor of it. Luis’s goat is a pygmy goat so he’s small, about the size of a dog, which makes him look very adorable. I also enjoy looking out the kitchen window and watching him stare at me while he endlessly chews in a circular motion with grass hanging out of his mouth. He really, really wants to come in the house and tries to follow us in every time we leave the backyard. Yesterday after Kevin and I both came in he got up on his hind legs and started scratching at the doorknob. My greatest fear is being realized, he’s learning how to open doors just like the raptors in Jurassic Park did.
|Here he is, eating the grass like a good little goat|
|He doesn't have a name, but I call him Plutarco|
(it's an old Mexican name and it suits him)
|Just a friend coming to say hello|
Today as I was trying to feed a handful of grass I had just picked to the goat, the thought came to my mind that my life is starting to resemble a foreign film. The kind of movie where something quirky and unexpected happens to the protagonist, but there really is no story line or point to the film -- just a dude hanging out with a goat.
On a non-goat related note, we spent a few hours on Saturday "landscaping" the front yard with rocks. Before the front yard had a wooden fence, a lot of dirt, and a fair number of weeds. It reminded me of the wild west. Now our yard is just rocks and while it looks cleaner, I can't help but think that it looks like a parking lot at corn maze.
|Here's what the yard looked like before (looking from the porch)|
|Here's what it looks like now (looking from the street)|