Although most anyone, except anyone with any type of romantic relationship with me over the course of my lifetime, would tell you I am the ideal man for them, my wife would without a doubt or hesitation, trade me for a goat. If there were indeed any type of treatment protocol for such insanity, believe me I would be more than happy to use the money she makes to pay for it. But for now I will just settle for my rightful place behind goats, our children, Napoleon Dynamite, and Christmas Vacation…..and without even needing to mention it, Pinterest.
The pictures I am sharing are from a visit over the summer to Grant’s Farm in St. Louis. It is where Budweiser keeps many of their Clydesdales, and where they also have many exotic and interesting animals, all of which are less important to my wife than baby goats.
In fact, my daughter Stephanie spent her entire college career at Lindenwood, which is close to these goats. And now she is a scientist, like my wife, and getting her PhD in something I could never quite comprehend, but at St. Louis University, even closer to these goats. I know they had plenty discussions about school choice without me, which surprises me as I have a ton of degrees, but perhaps it is because of my concerns about this unhealthy love for goats. 
I mean really, how many videos are there of goats in pajamas. Sure, my dog has had a pair of pajamas on before, but at least if a bad guy came into the house she would do something. What can a goat do?
Apparently to my wife, wonders unimaginable to the human mind. And given the crowd around the goats at Grant’s Farm and Goat Milk Stuff (where I paid for her to spend an hour in a goat area with Ben and Stephanie), let alone all the other goat places we have been, goats appear to be trending #goataddiction2018.
But as for me, the cuteness gets old. I am certain however, as long as I am alive, and by that I mean breathing with a beating heart, and even to the extent that I can be wheeled into some pen, I will be watching her with goats. And replying faithfully to the question, “Aren’t they cute?” It was a part I totally must have missed in our vows.
Blessings!
Tommy+