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A week ago, there was a knock at my door…at 8AM.  Police officers.

“Ma’am, do you own a white goat?”

“Yes.”

“Is it missing?  There’s one jumping around on Poplar.”  (That’s our main drag through town.)

Nope.  Goats don’t ROAM like a dog that gets loose.  And, they stay in pairs.  So, I was pretty sure it wasn’t mine.  Even if someone had taken Sylvie down there, Lily would be raising Cain in the backyard about being alone.

I checked.  Two goats accounted for.

The police were just about to leave, “Ma’am, Animal Control won’t take the goat and we can’t find the owner…Would you…”

I finished the sentence for him, “Goat-sit for you?”

“Yes, ma’am.  Please.”

This arrived in the back seat of a squad car, behind the bars….

IMG_5451She’s  freshly shorn, so she belongs to someone, but the owner has not yet surfaced.

Things I’ve learned about sheep:

  1. Sheep MOW.  Dang, my back yard looks great.  She doesn’t want the leaves, like the goats.  She wants the lawn.
  2. Sheep eat a lot more than goats and bring out their competitive side. (Goats so FAT trying to keep up.)
  3. Sheep poop in plops, not pellets like goats.
  4. Shorn sheep look remarkably like goats, except the tails. (Note the droop.)
  5. Sheep are less social.  Goats try to get in the house.  Sheep are standoffish.

Baaaaa…..