If at First You Don't Succeed, Goat Guilt and other Musings...

Banner day for Emerson...after thousands of failed attempts, today he was finally successful at wedging himself through the screen door as I went outside, and he got all the way into the house. Fortunately he was so startled to be inside that he just stood there in the dining room momentarily and I was able to grab him and put him right back out...otherwise I cannot imagine the havoc of a very sly and slippery goat dashing from room to room. Should I eat something? Jump on this?  Poop on that? The posibilities are endless...

I read something recently about "The Law of Unintended Consequences," as in when the results of an action are more severe than you anticipated...Now recall the issue of the shingle-nibbling goat (yes, wicked Emerson again) and the noxious deer-repellant spray. My aim was merely to stop him from eating the roof shingles - yet since I sprayed (just a little on the edges!!), the goats have not returned to the roof at all. Well, they must have been up there once and decided never to return. I am consumed by guilt! The shed roof, once their most favorite hangout, is now apparently a stinky uninhabitable contamination zone. Today they spent all afternoon crowded onto a tiny wooden table in the far corner of the yard, looking wistfully at their prior haven-in-the-sky. Just call me Cruella deGoatmommy. Maybe  the rain will wash it clean...

Sad, sad goats...