As you all know , there is no slowing Grandpa down . He may be pushing 90 , but he is still very active . Although he 's aged a bit since my grandma died , he is still in very good shape for someone his age . And he does things every day that he probably shouldn 't be doing . But it keeps him busy and he enjoys himself . He never has been one that liked staying inside or sitting still . Last week we had a really hot spell of 100 + degree days . The heat doesn 't really bother him , he 's cold natured anyway so he actually kind of enjoys it , but when it gets that hot and the heat index is about 15 degrees hotter , it 's too hot for anybody , including him . It was a Saturday afternoon and I 'd been gone most of the day . It was the day before Labor Day , which is also the day before the opening day of Dove Season . My dad runs a dove club , so it 's always a busy time for us each year . I had been in town at my parents ' farm helping get everything ready for the following day . Before I left , I talked to Grandpa for a bit in the kitchen . It was early afternoon and I asked him what he 'd be doing all day . He told me he was bored to death , it was too hot to do anything and he 'd been stuck inside all day . He 'd taken a nap and watched at much tv as he cared to , and now he was climbing the walls with nothing to do . We finished our conversation and I got in town to help prepare . I was gone most of the afternoon and by the time I got back it was close to six o ' clock . My dad 's best friend from college ( Chico from the goat blog : ) was here and we were getting ready to go to dinner . Usually the whole family would have gone , but my brother also had company in town and instead of going out to eat with us , there were several of them so they were staying in and cooking out . Grandpa and I both headed outside together . I didn 't have long before I needed to start getting ready but I needed to water my flowers and it had finally cooled off enough for him to go tinker in the machine shed . I started watering and he told me he 'd be back shortly , but he didn 't say what he was going to do . About thirty minutes later , Buddy , the dog , kept coming to the yard and then back to the machine shed . He did this about 3 times and I thought it was a little weird , but he wasn 't barking or whining so I didn 't give it much thought . I kept watering and was getting ready to head inside . About that time my phone rang . It was grandpa . I immediately stared at my phone funny . I didn 't know why he 'd be calling me when he was less than 100 feet from me . I answered the phone and he was calm as could be . He told me he needed me to come out to the shop to help him real quick . I asked what he needed help with , and again , calm as ever , he told me he needed help getting a dog cage off of him . This threw me off a little . It still wasn 't clicking . I asked why he needed help getting a dog cage off of him . He said " well , I 'm in trouble " . Then it clicked . It clicked good and I took off running . About two weeks ago , I had asked Rusty , our hired man , if he would help me move the dog cage in the yard . It was in the sun for most of the day and it was too hot for Clem to be in it all day . I wanted to move it across the yard under a shade tree . Rusty said he would help me whenever , just to let him know . Grandpa heard me talking to him and said instead of moving that one , he had another one and we could leave the first where it was at and move the second one under the tree . That way she 'd have one for shade when it was hot and she needed a nice breeze , but she also had one that sat in the sun once it started to get cold out and through the winter . That seemed like a perfect idea . He said he 'd help me move it . That was fine with me , he liked doing things like that , but I told him to let me know when he wanted to do it and I 'd get Rusty to help us . Okay he said . I should have known better than that . When grandpa decides he wants to do something , it usually means right now . And it bothers him until it 's finished . So , earlier that week , I knew he had brought the second dog house from the farm in town out to the farm in the country . I knew it was out in the machine shed and he was doing a few things to it , but I didn 't know he 'd gone out there to work on it that Saturday . When he said he was in trouble , I took off running . I got out there and couldn 't find him . I turned around and in the corner I saw the dog house but I still couldn 't find Grandpa . I got closer and I saw him and nearly died . The dog house was big and metal , so it was heavy and hard . . . . very hard . When I got close enough to see , I saw him on the concrete floor and couldn 't see either of his legs from the knee down . He had fallen and had somehow gotten his legs traps underneath the dog house . I found out later that he had been trying to turn it over onto another side , and he lost his footing and when he fell , he obviously dropped the cage as well , and it landed on him . Did I mention how big and heavy it was ? It landed right on his knees and I was sure that his legs were shattered . When I saw him , I knew there was no way he was going to be able to walk when I got it off of him . He saw me and still was calm as ever . He said , " Morgan Lea , I 'm alright I just lost my footing . I just need you to get that corner and lift it up a little so I can slide out " . How the heck was he going to slide his legs out when they were broken ! I tried lifting the edge of it and couldn 't , it was too heavy . I told him I was going to get Chris and I 'd be back . Chris was right next door over in the Seed Shed . It 's the farm office building and it has a sitting area and full kitchen we use for family functions and get togethers . Chris and his buddy were in there watching tv before they had to start cooking for their get together that night . I ran in the door , all worked up and not making much sense . I yelled for him and he didn 't answer me . He can 't hear thunder . But I saw Bruce and yelled I needed his help . He was obviously confused and asked what was wrong . All I remember yelling is ' Grandpa is in trouble I need your help ! " and I took off running back to the shop . I immediately saw Chris ' head shoot up , that got his attention and I saw them both get up and I heard them following me . . . . but other than that they had no clue what was going on . And clearly I wasn 't much into details . I was a lifeguard for several years and a crisis didn 't really send me into a panic . Apparently this isn 't true in my own situations because I was yelling random things , running everything , and breathing like I had just carried 7 mules on my back up a mountain . I probably sounded like I was about to have a stroke . I got back to the shop and tried lifting the cage . I couldn 't lift it the first time , but for whatever reason I got it the second time . I don 't know how because I couldn 't lift it now if I tried . But I got it enough that he could get his legs out . Grandpa said " that 's just great " and at the same time Chris and Bruce came around the corner . I was still holding the cage . . . . . . and then all of the sudden I wasn 't . The dog house was gone . It was there . . . . . and I was lifting it . . . . and then all of the sudden it disappeared . I turned around to try and figure out where it went and there it was . . . . . half way across the machine shop floor . Bruce is a big dude . Very tall and very solid . I would always want him on my side in a fight . . . . but even he can 't tell you how he threw that dog house . He said he couldn 't lift it now to save his life . I guess that 's what adrenaline does for you . Before he threw tOf course we couldn 't just go straight back to the house . On the way , we passed the Igloo dog house that he has for the inside of the cage . It had old straw in it and that wouldn 't do . Clemmy needed fresh bedding for the winter and he wanted the old out . Now . He started to do it himself . Igloos are freaking heavy by the way ! And he was trying to turn it upside down to dump it out . I stopped him and told him I 'd do it . We finally got all that straw out and he wanted it moved across the yard . Of course , he doesn 't ask me to do that either he just starts pulling it . I stopped him . . . . again . . . . and took it from him . I asked where he wanted it and lugged it half way across the yard . All of this was for me , anyway ! And he was supposed to let me know before he did it so I could help . That worked out well for everyone . Typical . After all that , I finally got back to my phone . In all of the shuffle I had dropped it in the yard . My mother had called . Like seven times . Bless her ever loving heart . I had thought that all of this had been pulled off without her knowing . Because she freaks her freak in a time of crisis for her family . It 's one of the best parts about her . . . . but I 'm pretty sure she nearly kills herself every time . Apparently before he called me , Grandpa had tried to call my Uncle Jay . I 'm not sure why he did that , he knew I was in the yard , but he called him first . Uncle Jay couldn 't come help though , he was in Wisconsin . So . . . . . Grandpa then called me . But , obviously , Uncle Jay and Marci were worried so they had tried to call a few others to see if someone else could come help . They got ahold of Marci 's son , Brian , but he wasn 't close . Finally , he had no other option than to call my mom . He ain 't no fool . He didn 't do that until he absolutely had to . No matter how he described it or what he said , I think he knew she was going to lose her mind . He tried to be as delicate as possible . He told her several times it wasn 't an emergency ( half lie , but I don 't blame him ) , he told her to stay calm and he needed her to do something . Apparently , this didn 't work out so great for him because at that point she essentially told him to cut the crap and tell him what was wrong . I guess something about " dad is trapped under the dog house " doesn 't really come across as " non emergency " . She hung up on him . Let the good times roll . Did I mention she was in the shower when he called ? Yeeeeeepp , you bet she was , and if you thought Robin Lea Weller was going to take the time to put real clothes on in this situation you are dead freaking wrong . Her dad was in trouble and by golly she was going to get there fast . My dad had just gotten home and was changing his clothes . He had nothing on but his shorts . My mother was in a bath towel . And she starts rambling incoherent sentences . . . . I think that 's where I get my cool under pressure . . . thanks mom ! : ) He finally got it out of her what had happened and they loaded up in the car . . . . . Zsa Zsa in a bath towel and Popsicle in shorts and his crocs . I 'm sorry . . . . . but now that it 's over and everyone is okay . . . . . this is my very favorite part of the story . I know she was in a frazzle . . . . ( just as I had been about 10 minutes before that ) and the two of them racing to the country going about 110 in shorts and crocs and a bath towel really trips my trigger . Even better for me is trying to recreate the phone conversation with my uncle when he just kept repeating to stay calm . God bless his heart . He knew better than that . We all would have done the same , and when I was in the middle of the situation I was acting like a freaking lunatic when I didn 't know if he was okay or not , but telling Zsa to " stay calm " or " don 't panic " in a situation like that is like telling a stallion not to buck . Or a lion not to roar . Good . Luck . That night at dinner , I went through the whole story in detail with Zsa Zsa , Popsicle and Chico . And I think my dad summed it up best . At one point I used to think my grandpa had 9 lives like a cat . He tried to change a girl 's tire once and the jack gave out and the car fell on him and he somehow rolled in the ditch . He flipped a tractor mowing ditches once and was standing and waiting for someone to come by with his hands on his hips when Chris found him without a scratch . He put the transmission out of the truck while trying to feed the horse in the back of the pasture in the middle of a blizzard , and then instead of staying in the car like my mom told him to , decided to walk back to the road and meet her so she didn 't have to drive as far . . . . . . it 's a good two miles from where the truck was , he lost the flashlight on the way , and did I mention it was a blizzard ? In the middle of winter and the worst storm we had had in years , my mom , sister in law and my niece ( wearing only a diaper and a blanket because they didn 't have enough time for anything else ! ) met him half way back to the road . He didn 't pay one bit of attention to my mom lecturing him about how stupid it was for him to try and walk back in the middle of the storm , he opened up the back door , completely ignored my mom and looked at Kalynn and said " that 's just the girl I was wanting to see ! " He climbs to the top of the grain bin and has slid to the bottom of the hill on the mower more times than he can count , but somehow he 's never been seriously hurt . He doesn 't have 9 lives . He has 29 . I 'm not sure how he does it , but we 've all just come to accept it 's what he does . God forbid anything ever did happen where he would get hurt , but somehow he 's just lucky . He does things a man in 40 's shouldn 't be doing . But he does them anyway . Me telling him to stop now won 't make a bit of difference . So . . . . yesterday I told y ' all about the goats and how they came to be . Today , I 'm going to tell you of their latest adventure . And mine . But first I just need to tell you about my favorite part of adopting them that I forgot about yesterday . I 'm not sure how I left this part out , but when we went to pick them up . . . . they had signs on the doors of their stalls that said " waiting to go home " . Is that not the sweetest thing you 've ever heard ! It made me cry . For real . Bobby just looked at me , shook his head and told me to pull it together . But they 'd finally found their home ! And they were so excited that they were waiting for their family . Okay , they probably weren 't that overly excited about it but I was . Aside from actually bringing them home , that was my favorite part . And I love that those rescue workers took the time to put something like that with each one that found a home ! Anyway , back to the goats . I love animals . It 's well known and documented and isn 't really big news . But one of the most frequently asked questions I get is why I didn 't become a veterinarian . With someone that loves animals as much as me , it seems like the obvious choice . And my answer to that would be a few things . One , I can 't handle the needles or the blood . It makes me want to crawl out of my skin . Two , I don 't like to see them hurting . I start crying . I 'm basically a hot mess . Even shots are too much for me . Their little yelps just break my heart . So , needless to say , I 'm not good at administering the shots , either . When I worked at the shelter I had to have lessons on giving shots , and it took four other coworkers in the room with me . One cat , I got the needle half way in and she freaked out , and I started yelling " she doesn 't like this ! " and just threw my hands up and walked away . After it was all over , my boss was like " so constructive criticism . . . I know she doesn 't like it . . . but she also doesn 't like the needle left hanging half out of her and the shot not even given . . . so next time maybe . . . . in or out if you 're gonna walk away " . Mk . Well solid point , Michelle . Actually really good point . Dually noted . And finally , I don 't handle death well . And I think that it 's pretty safe to say that when you go to put your animal to sleep or they pass away , that you are already struggling enough with the difficult time . You probably don 't need your vet curled up in a ball on top of the animal in a fetal position screaming " I 'm sorry I couldn 't do more " . Yeah . Probably not the best course of action . Therefore , no vet school for me . But recently , the goats got an infection in their hooves . I was pretty much appalled when I realized this but apparently it 's pretty common . Our vet said it 's like athlete 's foot for humans . But like anything else , it 's an infection and when it goes untreated it gets worse . We didn 't realize they had it until last week during Dove season . Every year for Dove season my dad 's best friend from college comes to stay for the week . His name is Chico and he is legitimately one of my Top 5 favorite people ever . I don 't quite know how to describe his greatness other than he just gets it . He listens more than he speaks ( I could take a lesson or two ) and he can read people like no one I 've ever seen . He 's around someone 60 seconds and he knows whether they are a good egg or not . But if he isn 't a fan of someone , you 'd never know . He just minds his own . He gives great advice . And he 's also hysterical . One day last week he and Big Mike were making their rounds around the farm to check everything out . They were checking on the cattle and the goats when they noticed that the goats were walking funny . One was limping and the other was walking on his knees . So , obviously something was wrong . Dad called the vet first thing and described the situation . Doc immediately knew the problem , said it was obviously uncomfortable for them , but fairly common . They get it from standing in cool , damp areas a lot where bacteria sits ( their urine ) and when their feet aren 't allowed to dry enough it gets infected . They both needed a shot and they should be good to go . This all sounds pretty easy , but I knew immediately not to be fooled . The goats roam with the cattle . They have a fairly large pasture that they have free rein of and before they could be given the shots they needed to be confined to a smaller area . Wednesday night , Dad told me to be at the farm at 9 : 30 Thursday morning . We had a dove hunt that afternoon and needed to be there in time for lunch , but we 'd go get them around 10 , get them to the smaller lot and be on our merry way . No problem , he says . Sure . Thursday morning I get out to the farm . Dad , his bestie Greg and Chico , of course , are already there and immersed in some conversation that I have no clue about . Chico lamented that I was on time for once . He should have known the injured animal would be enough motivation for me , and that they should try telling me there is a needy animal in every location they need to be at on time . See . He 's a joker . I got bored with their conversation pretty quickly . Boy talk . So , naturally I started playing Candy Crush on my phone . I was deep into a game on level 147 , which is my arch nemesis . I 've been stuck on it all summer . ALL FREAKING SUMMER . Hate that level . All of the sudden I hear Big Mike inform me I need to get my " nose out of that damn phone . We have things to do and he 's not waiting on my ass " . I look at him somewhat confused , and tell him I 've been ready for 15 minutes and he was telling a story . " Well , I 'm ready now , damn it . Let 's go . " We start to walk to the vehicles and Chico , ever the voice of reason , say , " shouldn 't we maybe have a game plan ? " Oh , that 's a novel idea , Mikey thinks . His plan is that he and Greg will ride in the Ranger and Chico and I will follow on the four wheeler which has the wagon attached to the back of it . Dad and I each have a lead and we will each get a goat and lead them to Chico in the goat ambulance , who will then drive them up the hill to the lot they need to go to . He says , " it will only take a minute and we will be on our way " . Fine . Everyone load up . I get on the back of four wheeler and I look at Chico and say , " something tells me this won 't take just a minute . He should have never said that " . Chico just shook his head , chuckled and said , " yeah , this is going to be bad . Everyone takes off and we get to the cattle lot . We first have to find the goats . We don 't know if they are at the top or the bottom of the hill . Dad first goes into the small lot with the wishful thinking that they are already at the top of the hill and no goat chasing will have to be made . No such luck . However , he and Greg did decide to take us through a few bumpy areas which prompted Chico to ask , " they do remember we are pulling a trailer right ? " We head on down to the bottom of the hill and Chico says to me , " so . . . . what if the goat won 't come to you ? I feel like flip flops probably aren 't the best choice of foot wear for you to chase a goat in " . Good point , buddy . Solid point . But ever the constant supporter , he says , " don 't worry I 'll make sure to follow you with the goat ambulance , plus , if you can 't outrun a goat walking on his knees then you 've got bigger problems . " I said , " you aren 't going to help me catch them ? " He laughed . He laughed a lot . And said no , he 's just the goat ambulance driver , I 'm the paramedic . The goats were easily spotted at the bottom of the hill laying next to the water tank . Dad directs Greg to get out of the ranger , me to get in , and Chico to be on standby to come when he 's told . Dad goes in the Ranger every day to fill the water tank so they are used to it . He was hoping he 'd pull up and they 'd just ignore it . Which they did . Excellent job , Mikey . The only slight malfunction was that when I tried to get the lead on Timmy , Gus immediately started dry humping him . I knocked him off of him and he kindly took his left horn to my vagina bone . And people wonder why he got kicked out of the Barn Buddies program . All I heard was Chico laugh and say " this is great " . Anywho , Dad takes Gus , I take Timmy . In the meantime , dad starts directing Greg and Chico with what to do . Except he just throws his hand in one direction or the other and expects you to get what he wants you to do . I mean , afterall , that 's all he has to tell his prized and elaborately trained hunting dog , Bandit , so surely it will work on the humans too . So , Chico drove the ambulance in a small circle and got some more hand throwing from dad and came back around to where he needed to be . Or , as dad put it , he guessed it would do . Now , I didn 't mention this earlier but Gus is the one in better shape out of the two . Timmy is the one that was walking on his knees . So , essentially , I got the one that needs to be carried . So , naturally , dad and Gus load up right away . No problems , no hesitation . Gussy is unusually well behaved and he and dad take a seat on the bench in the back of the trailer . I have no idea where that seat came from but it worked out for dad and Gus at the time . Meanwhile , I 'm still back at the water tank trying to get Timmy a good 50 feet from where he 's at . Have you ever tried to move a hundred pound goat that doesn 't want to move ? It 's about as hard as it sounds . He also has horns . So picking him up and carrying him wasn 't really an ideal option unless I wanted a horn to the temple . I was trying to be gentle with him . I knew hTimmy started moving then . I think he knew things were going south . Greg was told he could stand down and Timmy and I made it to the trailer . He still wasn 't a fan of the step up though , so Greg held the horns and I lifted him on the trailer . Some of you might be wondering where Chico went or if he had any commentary . No . He was still sitting on the four wheeler staring dead ahead . He 's not stupid . He stayed as removed from the situation as possible and said nothing . Just listening . We got everyone loaded and we were off to the small lot . Chico did a couple of crazy eights in the pasture after some good directions again from dad , and finally we made it to our destination at the top of the hill . Everyone unloaded fine , went in the pen fine , and got some treats while we checked out their feet . Everyone was happy . That 's when Mikey thought he needed to go get ballsy . He decides that , hey , we 've got some time . Why doesn 't he just run on down to the vet 's office , show Doc the pictures of the hooves to make sure it 's what he thought it was , get the shots , and come on back and we can give them the injections ourselves . You know , I was thinking the same thing . Why don 't we do that . Remember when I said I don 't do needles ? And I don 't do animals in pain . He leaves us at the pond , makes his trip to the vet and comes back about 15 minutes later with two of the biggest syringes I 've seen in my life . The only thing I 've seen that came close was the needle they used to numb up my sister in law 's kitty cat when she was about to shuck my niece out of her who - ha . Yeah . This just went way south and I am not excited about it . Again , we all load up . Chico 's driving services weren 't needed now that the ambulance had safely delivered it 's passengers to their pen , so I asked if he was staying or going . He scoffed at me . Scoffed ! And said , " I 'm pretty sure I 'm not going to miss this show " . On the drive to the top of the hill , Chico says , " you know , I knew this was much easier than it should have been . Had I thought their condition was critical , I would have just made the executive decision as the ambulance driver to go right instead of left and go straight to the vet 's office , but they 'll be fine . This will be entertainment . " This was going to be bad . Real bad . The plan was Greg would hold the horns , I was to deliver as many treats as possible and dad would inject the antibiotic in their neck , and Chico would supervise . Chico always has been the smart one . It just played out that Gus got his shot first . Mistake . Remember when I said he got kicked out of the Barn Buddies program for butting people with his horns ? Yeah , well he hasn 't forgotten that trick and still likes to do it for fun or , you know , when someone injects a pint of burning liquid into his neck . Gus did not like the shot . He didn 't like the shot at all . He rared up on his back legs and was bawling . He just kept bawling and it wouldn 't stop . . . it seemed like hours of him just crying out . Then I wanted to start crying , I knew it hurt him but it was the only way to make it better . He didn 't so much care about the treats anymore , he was more or less just bucking around like a rabid stallion . And he . was . ticked . I 've never had that shot before . Tetracycline or something . . . . I think it would probably kill a midget , I don 't know . But , it was awfully brown and looked less than ideal for the human digestion system . But I got the impression that it burned . It burned a lot . Gussy was not a fan . Just ask him . Or my left butt cheek . He got through his bucking and bawling and then he wanted a piece of somebody . You would think that given that I had the treats and not the needle that I would be safe . Not so much . Ole ' boy came at me with a purpose . He was getting somebody with those horns and he was going to feel better about it . Greg tried to get in front of me . And then quickly got out of the way again . I can 't really blame him . He 's got some tender parts in front . I wouldn 't voluntarily put my lady bits in harms way , so I don 't expect him to either . Luckily , there was a water trough right behind me , so when Gus decided to knock my ghetto butt down , he basically sat me right down like a chair , only I got a little air before I actually hit . What was that dog 's name that could make baskets ? Airbud ? I felt like him . But I couldn 't get any farther away from the situation once my airbud fizzled out . The treat bag fell out of my hand and scattered everywhere and I hear my dad go " the treats ! He wants some treats ! " Really , bud ? That 's your advice right now ? My ass just got served , by a goat no less , and he 's showing no signs of being done with his little tantrum and your advice is to pick up the treats and throw a couple his way . You got it bud . Right on it . At one point I did fall backwards too , but guess who caught me ? Chico . Put a little hand out and caught my shoulders . Hey , thanks for having my back buddy , I couldn 't have made it through this debacle without you . All and all I was pretty much fine . The only blood was on my ankle where it got caught between the water trough and the wall . Aside from that , my left butt cheek was bruised for a spell or two from where Gus made direct contact twice . You ever had a horn to the buttocks ? It . Feels . Fabulous . After Psycho calmed down everyone realized there was still another shot to be given and it was for the one that needed it the most . Chico : " well this outta be good . Now he really wants a piece of you and he 'll get you while you 're distracted with the other goat " . Hey , Chico , you want to take my spot ? Nope , I 'm good , he says . Ole ' Timmy took it like a champ . I don 't even think he knew what had happened . At first he just kept shaking his head but he shook it off like a stud . He didn 't act like the idiot that Gus did when he resembled a dying sea lion in a fight with a sea horse . I gave him some treats and he was cool as a cucumber . And naturally , Gus wanted a few then , too . I often wonder how I get myself in situations like this . But I 've come to realize I come by it naturally . If I didn 't , there 's no way that out of the treat giver , the horn holder , the injector , and the supervisor , that I was the one that ended up in the water trough with the assistance of a goat . On the way back to the pond , I told Chico of how they suggested Gus and Timmy be adopted together , so that Gus could give Timmy a little more confidence . I said I thought it had worked but that Timmy was still as sweet as could be . He was more comfortable with humans now , but he rarely got upset or got an attitude , he 'd let you do whatever and he was cool about it . I told him of Gus ' Barn Buddies days and that he was basically known for being as ass hole . His only response was , " I can see it " . On the bright side , Chico says that he can now check " goat ambulance driver " off his bucket list and I can check " goat paramedic " off mine . But for today , the goat ambulance has been parked until further notice . Well , thank you Jesus . Posted by Gussy and Timothy . . . . . the Prequel So . . . . about three years ago , I decided my mission in life was to get myself a goat . Ever since my grandparents had a goat named Lady when I was growing up , I 've always kind of loved them . Lady just chilled with the cattle . She didn 't cause any extra trouble . She was black and white and the coolest goat ever . She 'd follow my grandpa around and she would let you pet her when we 'd walk through the cattle trough . Lady died when I was still fairly young , so I 'm not sure why it took me to the age of 20 before the urge really struck me that I needed a goat again , but for whatever reason , there I was . I stumbled across a rescue ranch for farm animals online . Massive mistake . Massive . We all know I 'm a sucker for the animals . I will take in any one of them . Except for snakes and spiders . . . and probably mice too . So when I found this website , I naturally found about 67 animals that I just HAD to have . Some goats , a miniature horse and a miniature donkey , a pot belly pig and about 19 horses . Just like the goat , we had always had horses growing up . My brother Bobby was particularly into riding and his horse , Mae Dae was legit the coolest horse you will ever meet in your life . Homeboy had massive skills and was such a stud . He was a lover and he was Bobby 's main sidekick . Together , they kicked the tails of every other man and horse in the country . Okay , maybe they weren 't that well known . . . . . but none the less . . . . . basically every show they entered , they won . Sadly , Mae Dae had a brain aneurysm and didn 't make it . We don 't know all the details and the circumstances were a little suspicious . He wasn 't that old and he went way before his time , but if you were ever wanting to know how much he meant to our family , go check out Mae Dae 's burial site . I 'm not sure if you 've ever had to dig a hole for a horse . . . . . and let 's face it , I haven 't actually either , I generally tap out when it comes to manual labor such as that , but I remember my dad and the boys did . And it was no small endeavor . But only theAnywho , around my 21st birthday , I was really making way with my horse and goat plan . I would print off pictures every night of the ones I wanted and each picture came with a little bio of what the animal had been through before it got to the rescue ranch . Well played , Long Meadow . Well played . If that doesn 't pull at your heart strings that the horse you think is amazingly beautiful on the computer nearly lost it 's leg and was starved to death , and then survived an over turned trailer in the middle of the Missouri freeway , then you don 't have a soul . Well , guys , this may surprise you , but I 'm no amateur . I knew my dad couldn 't hold out long with this game either . He 's a softie for the four legged furry friends too . So , I 'd print out their picture and their little bio and set it on his dresser at night , so that it was the first thing he saw the next morning . I usually tried to limit myself to four animals per day , but sometimes I just couldn 't help myself . I had just nearly convinced him I needed a goat . . . . . when Bobby went off and got himself not one , but two horses . Score . Excellent move , Robert . ( everyone give Mesa and Boris their due respect ) . If Bobby can have one and keep it at your farm , where the majority of the work to care for them is your responsibility then why can 't I ? Afterall , you 've already got two , what 's a third going to do ? You 're already feeding the others anyway . Well played , Morgan . Well played . Guess what I got for my 21st birthday ? A horse . His name is Bullwinkle Roosevelt Weller and he . is . gorg . ( as in gorgeous ) . Oh , also , I got a goat . . . . or two . Originally , I only thought I HAD to have one goat . I wasn 't trying to be greedy , I just wanted to save one . Her name was Willow and she was beautiful . I 'd been stalking her online for months . And I 'd already made her mine . Then , the week before we went to pick them up , some little five year old skank adopted her first . So rude . What a jerk . I was devastated . Willow was all I wanted . Well , now Willow was off with the bratty five year old ( who I 'm sure gave her a wonderful home . I would have given her better . But whatever ) , and I had to find another goat . And so you have Gussy and Timothy . You might wonder how it went from one to two and well . . . . I 'm not quite sure either . Other than another one of my golden rules is that they always need a buddy . The horses had each other , and the goat needed a friend too . Timothy was the one I found first . He just seemed so shy and sweet . Well , the lady at the ranch said he would really do better with a more outgoing and dominant goat to have as a friend . She was afraid by himself he would never come out of his shell . I liked that lady . She reinforced my plan without even really meaning to . She thought a more outgoing goat friend would help him to become more comfortable with people and that he would follow the other goat 's lead . So then there was Gus . The lady was right . Gussy really did help Timothy to adjust . In the beginning we couldn 't even pet him , he was so skittish , but eventually he livened up and today he has no problem with humans , but he 's still as sweet as ever . You can pet him and basically do whatever and he 's cool with it . He doesn 't get bossy . He doesn 't get irritated . He just loves to be loved . Little history on Gus . Gus was in this program called " Barn Buddies " . It was the program that Long Meadow had to promote their organization and get their residents publicity so that they would have a better chance of getting adopted . The animals in the Barn Buddy program were the ones that they would take with them to community events , on tv , or for whatever publicity even they needed . Basically , those animals were in the traveling petting zoo . Well , Gus got kicked out of the program . Sometimes , manners are not Gus ' strong suit . Turns out , he likes to give a little tap here and there with his horns . And by tap , I mean . . . . he likes to tap whoever is closest right in the hiney . Apparently , this was a common enough practice for ole ' Gussy that he got demoted . Gus didn 't care . He didn 't care one bit . He didn 't have to travel anymore and he could still do it to whatever unlucky sucker got to feed him that day . He 's kind of an a hole , really . Because he truly does know better . You might say he 's just a goat . And he is . But after he gives you his little love tap , he 'll go to his corner and the look on his face , he just knows . And if a goat could laugh , that 's what he would be doing . Laughing at himself and at the fool he just made out of you . But , as some of you may know , I 've been known to love an a hole animal or two . I like their sass . Bullwinkle and Mesa are a couple of ass hats too . Too bad they aren 't donkeys . Furthermore , some people might say I 'm an a hole too , so I probably relate to them because of that . I just think they are fabulous , really . They are spunky and sort of out of control and I find them to be hilarious . So we bond . He really is a sweet boy . Most of the time . Well , sometimes . But he 's still mine . He and Timmy are complete opposites . Timmy a sweet boy with a gentle heart . And Gus , a dirt leg . But I love them both . They are my boys . I told you a few weeks back that you 'd eventually hear all about all of my animals , and you will . So today 's blog was in part because it was time for you to hear and G and T . But today 's blog also had a bigger picture with it . You needed the back story for tomorrow 's blog . Because it just wouldn 't be quite as great without the back story . As it turns out , we run an amateur goat ambulance . I say amateur , because it could be argued our skills aren 't as finely tuned as they should be . And if you have any brain at all , you 'll come back tomorrow to hear all about why . Oh , and ps . . . . I still don 't have my miniature donkey or my pot belly pig . But I will one day . Just you wait . Just . You . Wait . Posted by