tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post1925655737334404696..comments2023-04-12T10:47:02.859-05:00Comments on Flower of The Family: The GoatJuliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-14878987119573957842008-04-21T17:50:00.000-05:002008-04-21T17:50:00.000-05:00we must have been at the church on the highway... ...we must have been at the church on the highway... maybe Mrs.A or Miss M. was with us. I don't remember Kay being there either. And Robin, my hose were trashed! I was upset about that I do remember. They were the cheapest ones, but still! I just remember how much it stank! I just knew I would stink too. Trauma,trauma,trauma!Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-29469807852822261112008-04-20T21:36:00.000-05:002008-04-20T21:36:00.000-05:00Who was with us then? Was it one of my little lad...Who was with us then? Was it one of my little ladies I picked up for church? When did we rescue a donkey?Momsthewordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06794683299776977697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-68778679374788891222008-04-20T11:07:00.000-05:002008-04-20T11:07:00.000-05:00I've completely repressed it. I have no memory of...I've completely repressed it. I have no memory of it whatsoever. Apparently my trauma was greater even than hers. Who knew a goat could be so frightening.<BR/>Maybe that's why they give me palpitations now.<BR/>Ok, I'm kidding about the palpitation part. I like goats. But I really don't remember this story at all. Are you sure I was there?<BR/><BR/>I do remember rescuing dogs and horses and a donkey. The horses and the donkey didn't go in our car, though.Kay Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14915323487092648396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-21027107136813892332008-04-19T19:50:00.000-05:002008-04-19T19:50:00.000-05:00J. you have the story partly right. Two goats, so...J. you have the story partly right. Two goats, some horses got out of a pasture and were running down the frontage road. The horses ran back and forth across the major highway a couple of times through traffic and then decided to eat at the Catholic church. We followed one of the goats down the road and found her behind a convenience store. Then is when I put her in the car. We went back to my sister's and the owner drove in the driveway with the male goat sitting upright on the passenger side of his pick-up, like a dog.<BR/>I will never forget the look on your face when I shoved that goat into the back seat of that two door car. Har Har It will be interesting to hear Kay's version and my sister's version. Maybe together we can get the story correct. :)Momsthewordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06794683299776977697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-86734244813441661122008-04-19T18:53:00.000-05:002008-04-19T18:53:00.000-05:00So what happened to your outfit - I'm sure your ho...So what happened to your outfit - I'm sure your hose were done for...<BR/><BR/>My dad used to haul calves in our van (not constantly or anything - maybe once or twice).Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08276515253263872085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-59292327681270118742008-04-19T18:08:00.000-05:002008-04-19T18:08:00.000-05:00Julie, you funny gril. Make me laugh.Julie, you funny gril. Make me laugh.Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10766308140618773334noreply@blogger.com