I had the best playground growing up– my backyard. We lived on a farm with horses, pastures and… a goat.
This is my brother and I with Cinnamon. Cinnamon was quite regal, with high cheekbones and a long face. If she had been wearing a string of pearls and a hat, it would not have seemed out of place.
Cinnamon had personality to spare. She had a mad crush on my Dad, could eat anything (and not gain a pound) and she loved being scratched between the horns.
Thanks to my friendship with Cinnamon and later "Baaabs" (our other goat) I became a goat girl. Goats are so cool!
Anyway, here's a fun story from my favorite ABC correspondent (and husband) Neal Karlinsky about goats for rent:
Hope this story make you smile.