Well, I think it is time to share the story of why I have a special place in my heart for goats. I think I have freaked some people out by expressing my love for them, (my sister-in-law) and I may have also freaked out a few dozen farmers at Cracker Barrel, last Saturday morning with my new hat. (Thanks Jenn, it was so worth it)

When I was in 1st grade, my teacher Mrs. Wheeler would like to single me out when I misbehaved in class. Actually, I think she just liked to single me out because I was shy. She had this book called “Gregory, The Terrible Eater” and every now and again she would pull this book out and read it aloud to the class. The book is about a little boy goat named Gregory, who will only eat vegetables and real food for his meals. His parents would try and force him to eat junk food that was stored at the dump site where they lived. Things like tires, cans, and other weird items, this made him an outcast. Anyway, I grew to love that little goat, he reminded me of myself. He was shy, nervous, and lacking in confidence, but good at heart. So every time I see a goat. I am reminded of that age when I was young and shy and innocent. Every time the whole class would all laugh at me for being a goat named Gregory. Today I own a copy of that book, my beautiful wife bought it for me, and now when I read it, I see that it is a nice heart warming story. It was very therapeutic. One day my kids will get to know all about Gregory the Goat, and learn to love him too, just like I do.