Moved out of my apartment today. The stress of living among people got to be too much. The time has come for me to give life on the road a try. I don’t plan on straying too far, I still have to return to town for work every day. But between work hours, I really need to find that peace for myself.
On Tuesday, the dogs didn’t make it to work. Sharky, the baby goat, did make it to work and proceeded to cry all day long. I now understand why baby goats are called “kids”. When lonely, they sound just like a 2-year-old throwing a tantrum. Wednesday, Christmas and Boson made it back to work. Goat was quiet and happy all day long. Until I went to lunch, that is. I came back from lunch, the dogs found an empty crate. I looked around, found a goat leash attached to a floor jack and a goat standing atop my boss who was under a car working. I told him I was back from lunch, and asked if he was ready for me to take the goat back to his crate. He was. Sharky was very happy to have his nannies back.