Happy Days
Even though she was a doe, we named the goat Fonz because of her impeccably groomed appearance and because we knew Happy Days had just begun for us.
In the feisty February wind of the Cariboo, central British Columbia, we cleared our newly purchased rural property with chain saw and wheel barrow. As soon as the ground softened, we planted our first garden and built a rickety log fence around it.
The well-meant advice of our neighbors, "Build a solid fence before you get the animals," found deaf ears. Anxious to start our hobby farm, we adopted our first animals and by April our little menagerie included a puppy named April, a couple of cats and a beautiful Nubian goat - Fonz.
Quickly Fonz became our buddy. With her chiming Swiss bell around her neck, she followed us wherever we went on the property. Fonz thought she was people and, had we let her, would have come into the house and probably crawled into our beds. She complained loudly when we tied her to a tree at night...
Published in Die Kleine Zeiung mit Herz
