This site where our summer camper is parked has got maybe a dozen other guests here. Some are here for only the summer, and some live here all year round. There are a few of us that have dogs for pets (I’m one of them) and take them out to walk them around the area. This one camper that moved in I could see they had a rather large dog that didn’t appear to be on a leash so I kept clear of walking near it for my Cici’s safety. Later on, after our little walk Cici and I had returned to our own little abode where I saw my husband starring out the back window. “Whatcha looking at honey?” I asked. He said, “Did you see the idiot that brought a goat here when he parked his camper here?” “Goat! Are you kidding me!?” I asked with surprise! Well I had to look too, then went out for a closer look. And sure as the sun shines (but not today, it’s raining) there was a goat out there. Just what we need. And I thought is was a dog. Lets hope he doesn’t get off his rope and eat everything in site. After about a week or so. I never saw the goat over there again. Don’t know why. I didn’t ask.
Pen and Ink drawing of a goat on Strathmore drawing paper.