The Howl of a Goat

Hello all,

Next week I will have been home for 5 months. Can you believe it? 5 MONTHS!!! It seems like a few weeks and a million years all at the same time. Everyday I feel like I’m falling further down the rabbit hole resulting in my inevitable unwinding.

The other day I was walking outside with the dogs and I heard a goat. My parents have been living in this house for 12 years and I have never heard farm animals before. I thought I was going crazy. My dog and I, both, looked with tilted heads off into the distance. The whole thing reminded me of a woman who was on Oprah many years ago. She was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder and wrote a book about it; in the book she said that she was warned by the change of one personality to another by the scream of a rabbit in her ears. I knew I wasn’t that crazy and I was accustomed to waking up every Saturday morning by the screams of newly tattooed rabbits as a child, maybe a goat was my crazy animal trigger. I knew it was a goat and not a sheep because

Goat: “Eh, eh, eh…..”
Sheep: “Meeeeeeeeeh"

Very distinct, thank you 4-H. I was wearing my pajamas, winter coat, and work boots as I tiptoed halfway through the neighbor’s yard before I realized how crazy I actually looked and ran back in the house, arms flailing in the air behind me. I asked Dad about it and it turns out that the goat lives 2 houses over and is there to keep a horse, who is apparently a mute, company. Now, every time, I’m in that corner of the yard and I hear the goat I think, “Oh God, is this it? Am I crazy now? Or, am I crazy cause I think the howl of a goat is going to make me crazy?” Probably a little of both.