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We came home last night from Taco Bell and I looked up and into my neighbors feild, I saw Goats. Not -A- goat, not a couple of goats, not a few goats, not a herd of goats, but more like, the first thing that came out of my mouth. "Holy *Moly*, Lookit all the goats!" And they're mainly white, too.

That's why my horses were being Ding-Ding's night before last. Because of the goats. That's why *Diane's* horse was being a Ding-Ding night before last. Because of the goats.

I love goats, I have no problem with them, but I have to keep telling the girls that: "Those goats aren't going to hurt you, I promise. They aren't going to get you, I promise."

They did better today, just standing side by side, heads up and staring. They'll get used to them in time. Thank God that I had Deigh in with cattle when she was a baby, she won't cross her eyes at them like some horses will. I guess Deigh has forgotten that discussion she and I had about getting a fainting goat. XD XD XD XD


This is the horse that I plan to get Deigh artificially semenated by. I've been reading up on breeding the older maiden mare, and I realize that they consider -older- as in late teens early twenties. What a huge sigh of relief, as Deigh will be 12 in just a month. So, she's not -that- old for breeding, but when foaling comes along, I'm going to me more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. On his webpage, it shows pics of his babies. They're -really- marked up nice, too. A -little- coarse on the head, but that's what you can sometimes expect with an appy. My friend, Teri's dad, used to raise appys and when he looked at Momma Mare sooo many years ago, he looked at her feet and said, "Her hooves are stripped, she's got Ap in her." I was like, "Huh, she's Thoroughbred." But didn't say anything, ALTHOUGH, Deigh has a perfect spot on her right butt, that I've always called God's thumbprint, so she may have the genetic markers for a blanket appy.

Anyway, it may be this year that she gets pregnant. I'm excited and nervous at the same time. It's like telling my child to go have a baby. I'll be a Grandma! Momma will be a Great Grandma! We're old! I know that when her time is soon, that I will -not- be leaving her side and I'll have the vet on ready when it's time, too!

The -only- thing holding me back from breeding her is lack of land. If I breed her, and if she takes, then I will have roughly 11 months to get her on the farm before she delivers. I don't know if God is ready for us to have our 44 acres. We've still got to fence and whatnot. I'd like to have her where she'll be ready to foal and as soon as she does, we can load her and Momma Mare up and take them to the farm, but then when we do, we won't have a house to place there yet, because I don't rightly want them alone.

We'll have to see what happens in the coming months. But I'm excited!!

How did I get from talking about goats to talking about Deigh possibly being bred? *Scratches head and goes to watch The Price is Right.*