JESSIE RAYMOND’S GOAT, Lucy, enjoys a spot of sunshine in the back yard before heading back into the flower garden to snack on perennials.
One recent morning, my husband, Mark, and I sat on the back porch with our feet up, drinking our coffee and enjoying some much-needed sunshine. A typical late spring scene, really.
Except, perhaps, for the goat.
Lucy, our one remaining goat, had trip-trapped onto the porch like she often does, to stare at us with her lazy yellow eyes. And smirk. She’s always smirking.
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