George was taking a bath the other night and Valiant would not stop whining at him. Annoyed he asked me what her problem was. I told him that she was looking for her baby goat and thought he might have it. He then looked Valiant in the eye and said, "Valiant, there is no goat in the bathtub." I couldn't help but think: "Yes, I live on the funny farm."
Valiant has adopted the little goatess as her very own baby and none of us can convince her that the family resemblance is weak at best. She's got all the trials, tribulations and pride every new mother shares and lack of sleep to be sure.