The goats of my dad
Hello, my public! Today I'm going to talk about my dad's pet, to be more exactly, his goats. My dad bought his first goat in 2019, Pascuala, when she was a young goat in a farm that sell goats for eating (:'c). When my dad told the owner that he wanted the animal because he wanted to have her as a pet, the owner was really happy. Indeed, the seller asked to my dad if he can bring the goat to the farm, so he can see her. He bought a harness and gave her blankets and fodder (not mixing it) for her kind of bedroom. But goats are flock animals, that means that they need to live in group in order to survive. So, when my dad let her alone (because he went to buy food, work or something like that), she bleated so hard, calling "her flock". My dad, time later, adopted a dog named Ramona from an animal rescue center. In one way, because he like dogs, but in the other way, because Ramona can be the company that Pascuala needed. For your surprise, they are really good friend...