I must say that having a goat kid in the house is a fun idea at first, but the fascination wears off after a short time. Patience gets thinner when the "baby" gains confidence and tears around the house, jumping off walls, onto furniture, dominating everyone in the house by butting them with his little fuzzy head. The darling.

He gets irritated when someone dares to put him outside to go potty or takes "his" comfy spot on the couch. My husband, the softie, remarked lastnight that Handsome Rob seems to think he's one of us. I shot back light lightening, "No, he thinks he's better than us!" The children all quickly agreed. After all, we are the ones home with him all day.

As cute as he is, I am very grateful he will live in the barn soon. I have a greater appreciation for those women in third world countries who share their homes with the livestock. They must have the patience of angels.
I personally am getting a little bit crabby.