Saturday, March 21, 2015

My Beezus and Ramona

This is Beezus and Ramona.
They were born last year.  Their mom's were yearlings who should not have gotten bred.
I became their Mom.  The one with the bottle.  That was like 8 months ago.
They haven't forgotten.
 
 
They still think I am their Mom.  Everyday when I come home from school they are waiting for me.
Perhaps they are suffering from separation anxiety.

 
Beezus. 

 
Ramona.

 
Ramona with a piece of wool in her mouth after she plucked it off of Abby's back because that's what goats like to do to sheep.

 
Beezus drives me crazy.  She makes me laugh.  She follows me everywhere. She has no clue that I am not goat and she is not a human.  All that matters is that she and I are stuck together like glue.

 
I tried for the longest time not to name them.  When I give them a name then it means I end up keeping them. 
 So,  what did I do?
I named them after two of my favorite story book characters growing up.......Beezus and Ramona.
I don't remember how many times I read Beverly Cleary's books when I was in grade school.
But it was a lot of times.
I guess I passed that tradition on to my own "kids".
Sigh......;)