My Friend Lola

A few of you observant folks may have noticed about a year ago I just altogether quit talking about a certain part of my life involving fur and horns. If you are new around these parts, I highly recommend browsing some of these past posts. I have no idea why its taken me so long to write this post! I would hate for anyone to think we are pet abandoners. After Minty died last summer we got a new friend so Lola wouldn't be so lonely. Well, he ran away after less than a month, never to be heard from again. At this point in time we knew we would be moving to Portland and honest to goodness had it all planned out how we would take Lola with us. We knew Lola needed a new friend, goats are not supposed to be alone. We thought we'd wait it out for a little bit just to see how she did before we made any big decisions. Well she hated it! She was so lonely that any second we weren't with her was spent getting out of the yard to come scream at our front door or pathetically look through the windows. And we spent a ton of time with her! Finally we knew something had to change. We ended up stumbling upon a vet that fell in love with Lola. This vet just happened to practically have his own zoo in his backyard. Lola was offered a home with some goats and two sheep. In a huge pen with climbing toys, oh you know, and a barn that is heated and cooled depending on the weather. This was so much more than we were ever going to be able to give her. So with heavy hearts we packed her up in the van and drove her to her new home. I still think about her and miss her a lot. It should come as no surprise that she was an instant hit. One new friend in particular was obsessed. Ramsy, the black sheep, introduced himself by simultaneously licking, screaming at, and chasing Lola. His owner told us he's never seen a sheep do that before. We got an update after her first week that her and Ramsy were best friends and did everything together. Oh Lola, you were a weird one.