The Lure of the Goat

The Lure of the Goat

The goat lured me in
The heat melted my marrow
Next stop: kiddie pool

They had an appreciation barbeque for the people at my place of work today at the park across the street. The invitation email showed a picture of a goat, promising a ruminent for perusing and petting. When I got over there it was so incredibly hot outside that it was all I could do to get through the line and get some food. I didn't have the heat stamina to search for the goat. How often do you get to see a goat? That's right, not very often, unless you are a goat farmer. I would have rubbed his ears, patted him on his goat head and said, "Good job goatie! Your DNA hasn't faltered in this heat, you're still holding the shape of a goat." Now I have to continue on goatless for who knows how long.