The Portable Goat

I fed the animals as usual at 5 am. The orphan goat - maybe I shouldn't refer to him as an orphan anymore since he thinks I'm his mother_ takes about 25 minutes to feed. It takes a while to get the milk out of the tiny hole in the bottle. He also has to take breaks. It's tough work sucking down formula. He took a whole 24 oz bottle of formula today a new record. I also had to follow him around my office proportionally more thanks to the outcome. I went to see my allergist today for my weekly shots. While I was there the nurse noticed my eczema was especially bad and she called the doctor in. He wanted me to go straight to the dermatologist but I had to defer. After all, I had a baby goat in the cab of the truck. Another assistant came out who has 15 goats. She was helpful reformulating the kid's formula to help prevent Scour (diarrhea).
You know how a dog can be rambunctious in the cab of a truck? A cat likewise? A goat isn't the greatest traveling companion either. When I got out of the allergists it was sound asleep under the pedals on the drivers side. I woke it up and put him in the box that I carry him in. He needed to be fed of course so I stopped and fed him. On Highway 71 he began trying to get out of his box. He wanted to go back under the pedals. I kept -gently- pushing him back in his box. He'd climb right out. I could just see trying to explain how the accident happened to the officer. "Well my goat got loose and..." This went on at least 30 times.
When I got home the goat went into the barnyard and began playing with the senior mama goats kids. They are 5 days older but the orphan is getting close in size. He's bigger than his two siblings. Mama knocked him down for daring to include himself but I found them all sleeping in the same stall later so she couldn't have been too upset.