So today we had a bit of a family shindig in American Fork. The theme was Napoleon Dynamite, but that is a story for another time and place. I only bring it up to set the stage for the awesome epiphany I had.
So I was sitting under a tree blissfully munching on reconstituted school lunch items (corndog, tots, freakin' quesadillas, etc.) When what to my wondering eyes should appear to beg me for some potato goodness? No, it wasn't Missy; she was grounded to the back yard. It was a goat. Yes, a GOAT!
Now my cousins live on a bit of a farmish, so it wasn't all that unusual, but these goats aren't just any old cow or alpaca (sorry Maria, but the DO have them. One's brown and one's white and they are named Merry and Pippin because of their hairy feet and fondness for second-breakfast), no these goats are the family pets!
My aunt said they're great to have around because:
1. They don't stink
2. They mow your lawn and they LIKE it
3. Natural paper shredder
4. They love to cuddle
5. They are excellent guardians (it's because their pupils are rectangular so they can see more than 180 degrees and spot any dangerous alpacas (sorry Maria)
6. They're goats! What else to you need to know?