Scott Adams died today. I have a goat named Bigly–after Trump’s use of the word–and after Scott Adams’ book, Win Bigly. Three-time Trump voter. (Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out. And this isn’t an airport…you know the rest.) And I have loved Scott Adams since I read my…

One thing I learned really early: Someone who will talk shit about someone else to you, will absolutely talk shit about you, to someone else. I like gossip. Like, I *really* like gossip. I like it when people tell me things I shouldn’t know…generally about people I also don’t know. I rarely believe it, but…

I was so painfully shy growing up that I didn’t speak until the eighth grade. And I only spoke then because I was cast a part in a play and I got to be a character that wasn’t me. I didn’t discover the Internet until 1996, and I discovered it while attending one last discussion…

It’s been a while. I’ve been hybernating. Now might be a good time to mention the fact I’m a lifelong sufferer of S.A.D. I’m kind of a pro. I manage it well, though. (By well, I mean, look!, I’m still alive.) Mortified by my casual ketamine admission earlier? I did it professionally, under the guidance…

I mentioned a few of the more common goat ailments in my last entry, but what about goat injuries? I’ve seen a few spectacular lacerations. But very few. I remember a goat slicing her side, top to bottom, and exposing her ribcage. My mom, a former vet tech, sewed it up when a vet couldn’t…

I sell a lot of goats to first-time goat buyers. And written into my sales agreement is, “If you have a health question, ask.” But more importantly, “…if you lose a goat unexpectedly, reach out to me.” Believe me, I won’t have all the answers. But odds are, your vet won’t, either. If I can…

This is another random Facebook post from someone I don’t know, but they did a great job of putting into words the reality that is goat ownership. All credit to them. It reminded me of a story. It’s funny, but it was also validating. I’ve had the same vet for many years now. What he…

This was a post I saw on Facebook, from a herd I do not know. All credit to them for putting into words so well my exact philosophy. There isn’t one right way.

I think I was the first Nigerian Dwarf breeder in Montana. No, for real. There was a farm in Kalispell who used to advertise themselves that way. But I’m pretty sure I had my Dwarves before they did. We’re talking mid-80s. I have receipts…but they’re in a storage shed piled eyeball deep in the detritus…

I forgot, in the telling of my State Fair experience, one thing that made me laugh. The first day of the show ran incredibly long. I think everybody was worn out and over it hours before it ended. At one point, towards the end of the show, I looked up and saw one of my…