sometimes I feel like an old goat....

And then just when I make that analogy, I arrive home to

our little herd of goats...and Ralphie barrels across the 

pasture to me.  He kicks up his heals as if the world is only 

delight...and he begs a treat as only his little goatness can.

And I am reminded that old goats are sweet & good & kind.

Maybe feeling just a tad like an old goat is a good thing!