Ah, yes, margaritas for all, to celebrate the answer to the Qquestion for Merry and the return of Rusty!!! 
We’ve missed you, Rusty, and want a full update!
Curb chains are jingling for Jason, Coreene. 
Cueing up the Twilight Zone orchestral effects…He’s still mouthy, loves nibbling and just plain annoying anyone within distance of those pearly whites. But he is awesome, and the friend who bought him, rides him out on the trails and just thinks he walks on water. We have told her, no he doesn’t… 
He can be perfect in the ring, then he goes ho hum, I’m bored…Gee does this sound like anyone else we know of??? Is this in the DNA?
This is great!
How long has it been since Coreene posted the “Question for Merry” thread?
Great to be back.
Yes, and how did I discover that I was allergic to goats? Well, right after we got the little goat, I was compulsed to hug it. Then I rubbed my eyes. Then I could not see, because my eyes swelled shut. Literally. I could not drive myself home.
Yet, I’m still clueless. I think a mosquito bit me. So next time I handle the goat, I don’t rub my eyes, but later I’m sitting at the computer and I do touch my shirt/touch my face. My whole FACE swells up! 
Finally, ding-ding-ding… I get the idea. So my mom lets the goat in the house, and we decide to get some snapshots (of the goat in the front room, natch). I sit down and hug the goat, saying, “I’m wearing a longsleeved shirt. I’ll carefully take it off.”
Forgot I was cradling the goat under my chin and against my neck. 
So my whole chin breaks out in blisters and my neck looks like the Boston Strangler has attacked me.
“Goats… they look so harmless, BUT THEY’RE DEADLY!” 
And by the way, I am sort of shy and sweet. 
“Charter Member of the Baby Greenie Support Group of North America”
