Itty bitty goats

I never thought of myself of a goat person, but the little pygmy goats at the Puyallup Fair stole my heart. They were so little and cute and I just wanted to pick them up and give them a good squeeze. Joe immediately thanked his lucky stars that we don't have that big of a backyard*.

Full report on the Fair Festivities to come, but I just wanted to hold you over with an itty bitty goat. Let's name him - Bjorn? Kevin? Colonel? What do you think?

*For the record, I'd only actually get a goat if I lived on a straight-up farm. Then I would be a goat cheese maker. And make this for dinner every night. Good plan, huh?