A little bit of back info. Me and my fiance live on his parents property and rent from them. Anyhoo I have all my critters that I take care of that I pay to feed. Everytime I want something new I have to go through heck and back begging. So anyways last summer I got a little billy goat. He was 2 days old when I picked him up. I raised him to now he is 9-10 months? Well I found another goat I want because Billy needs a friend. The dogs just don't cut it. She is an adorable fainting doe who is also pregnant. Anyways I was vetoed on the idea. First FIL wants me to get insurance I guess if I want her. This is what I was told by my fiance. I havent heard this part. Second apparently according to me FIL and MIL and the whole rest of the world I spend to much money on feed the way it is. Its MY money! I work the crappy job 5 days a week for MY money! Here is the thing I am 23 years old. I don't have very many friends because most of the people my age here are stupid. I don't like going to the bar every flippin weekend and blowing money on that crap. I like my animals. They keep me home and out of trouble. They make me happy. I am so sick of people telling me I spend to much money on them. My goal was eventually having a little business or hobby of raising the birds and what not. Its a hobby already working on the business aspect. Its like they seem to think that I should right away be getting back everything I put into them. Well DUH thats not going to happen.
But the whole goat thing really gets under my skin. Billy needs a friend and I really want this doe. Its not like I don't help them out ever either. I do stuff quite often that I don't think I should reallly have to but I do! And what does it matter if I take care of them anyways? And they worry about them getting out and getting hit by cars and what not. What a dumb excuse. None of my animals that are supposed to be locked up have ever gotten out. NONE! In the three years nothing of mine has gotten loose! GRRRRR!!!
But the whole goat thing really gets under my skin. Billy needs a friend and I really want this doe. Its not like I don't help them out ever either. I do stuff quite often that I don't think I should reallly have to but I do! And what does it matter if I take care of them anyways? And they worry about them getting out and getting hit by cars and what not. What a dumb excuse. None of my animals that are supposed to be locked up have ever gotten out. NONE! In the three years nothing of mine has gotten loose! GRRRRR!!!