Well, Monday was an interesting day. Our doeling, Silly, as you may remember, has a deformity called spur teat, which makes her impossible to milk, and might make it impossible for her to raise young. The breeder has been fantastic about the whole situation, and immediately offered to replace her, though he indicated he did not want her back. Well, Monday, the replacement came.
I got an e-mail late on Saturday night, informing me that the breeder was sending the new doeling back from Alberta with a fellow breeder who lives about an hour from our house. He asked if we had big plans for Monday. We said ‘no’. The breeder sent a phone number for us to make pick-up arrangements. Sunday, we called the number, and got the lady’s husband, who was completely unaware of the whole situation, though he did resignedly comment that, well, this happens a lot in his family. However, he and his wife both worked Monday, so could we please come before 8 am?
Monday morning found us on the road a little later than we would have liked, though we still made it in plenty of time. We were a little nervous about the whole deal, as we do not have any appropriate way to transport goats, whatsoever. Not even a big dog crate, which is what the doeling came to Saskatchewan in. We improvised, putting an extra-large rubbermaid container (open, no lid) in the back seat with a bit of hay in the bottom, and bringing along a leash and a small collar. We braced ourselves for it to be quite the ride back home.
Actually, though, the new doeling, named Skye, was pretty calm about the whole thing. Hubby sat in the back seat with her, holding the leash, while I drove, and he made sure she stayed in the container. She hardly struggled or made any noise at all. In fact, she rode better in the car than Foxy the Dog does.
I expected a lot of funny looks, boogying down the highway in a Saturn sportscar with a goat in the back seat, but apparently the local commuters are not that aware first thing in the morning. The only double-take came from the cashier at the drive-through when we stopped in town to get coffee on the last leg home. Even she did not notice until we were pulling away, but then she stuck her head out the drive-through window to see if she had seen right. I got the giggles right about then. I think most people thought we had a dog in the back.
Skye was introduced to the rest of the barnyard with minimal fuss, though she is still pretty wary of the alpacas. Silly seems to know that Skye was sent to take her place, though, and has been pretty mean when she thinks the Humans are not watching.
But of course, all you want is the cute goat picture…