“Let’s go see the goats,” she said. Because that is a thing you do in Portland. You go see the Belmont Goats and scratch their wee ears (if they are into it) and tell them they are beautiful.
And they are beautiful.
Here is my beautiful husband with beautiful Chester.
I am happy to say that I am no longer afraid of goats. Well done, Belmont Goats.
N.B. I’m a few days behind with the project, so these descriptions will be brief.