I've been feeling a need to nurture something, and Mom's dachshunds are frankly both nurtured enough, so... Uncle Ron presented me with Marlo (the baby goat up above.) She's a bummer - apparently, that's the term for baby goats that are rejected by their mothers, so I'm going to be feeding her by bottle three times a day. Ok, and possibly crooning lullabies, buying her cute little sweaters, saving up for her college fund. I may be a tad obsessed for a while here. She really is a cute little thing, though - and she's got a healthy set of lungs on her, and one heck of a survival drive. She also has a fondness for nursing on my ear, which is a little odd, but hey... I can deal.
Anyway - meet Marlo. So named because her ears turn up at the ends in a perfect flip, kind of like Marlo Thomas in That Girl. I'm pretty sure you all will be seeing a lot of her (at least I hope so... I'm going to be seriously bummed if she doesn't make it.)
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