goats happen.
I have been a horse girl for as long as I can remember. When I was 13, I answered an ad in a newspaper about trading stall cleaning for riding privileges. I cleaned a lot of stalls that summer and rode to my heart's content. My parents were convinced that the horse bug wasn't going away. Eventually, they were gracious enough to further indulge my passion and traded two three wheelers for my first horse.
I have owned a handful more good horses over the years and been blessed to work and write for some of the best, including the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association, American Quarter Horse Association, American Miniature Horse Association, Barrel Horse News, and Western Horseman Magazine.
So, how on Earth did goats work their way into my life? It all started with an impromptu Valentine's Day gift in 2009. Mae was a little mutt of a goat that probably should have been bottle fed longer and certainly in the hands of someone more goat savvy at the time, but she was my shadow and I adored her. My registered Nubian herd began the next year.
God has blessed me with a great goat mentor, a thirst for knowledge, and a very patient and supportive better half. I still own some good horses but ride a lot less these days. In addition to the Nubian herd, we have a legion of chickens, a handful of dogs, the occasional Berkshire pig and American Aberdeen steer, some cats, and not much spare time.
I bet Dana wishes he would have bought me chocolates instead.
I have owned a handful more good horses over the years and been blessed to work and write for some of the best, including the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association, American Quarter Horse Association, American Miniature Horse Association, Barrel Horse News, and Western Horseman Magazine.
So, how on Earth did goats work their way into my life? It all started with an impromptu Valentine's Day gift in 2009. Mae was a little mutt of a goat that probably should have been bottle fed longer and certainly in the hands of someone more goat savvy at the time, but she was my shadow and I adored her. My registered Nubian herd began the next year.
God has blessed me with a great goat mentor, a thirst for knowledge, and a very patient and supportive better half. I still own some good horses but ride a lot less these days. In addition to the Nubian herd, we have a legion of chickens, a handful of dogs, the occasional Berkshire pig and American Aberdeen steer, some cats, and not much spare time.
I bet Dana wishes he would have bought me chocolates instead.