Another senseless bad dream that I can't stop replaying in my head, so I'm going to purge it here:
I was having a perfectly nice day with my husband until it was announced that it was time to get the goat.  I had no idea what he was talking about, as we had not discussed a goat in any capacity.  We arrived home to find my best friend with an adolescent goat on our porch.  I was horrified.  He kept staring at me with his yellow goat eyes. 
"Hello, Iggus!" E said to the goat.  Crap.  He had already named him.  This was not a joke.  I didn't want to cause a scene in front of my best friend, who obviously had no idea that I was not a part of this decision.  I tried to keep it together, but all I kept thinking about was I know I grew up in the country, but I don't have any idea what to do with a goat!  I don't know what they are even supposed to eat!  I know they WILL eat anything, but that doesn't have anything to do with what they SHOULD eat.  Oh, great.  This goat is going to eat all my stuff.  Where do you even keep a goat?  I have no idea what to even do with him while I go get supplies!  I doubt my nylon dog leash is going to hold him for very long... He looks like the devil.  He is going to hurt my dog.  I can't trust him near my dog.  Why on earth would we ever want a goat?  Maybe I'll get lucky and some coyote will come eat him.  Well, that won't work, either.  I don't want coyotes anywhere near my dog, either.  At this point I was so stressed out I barely noticed that a raccoon was being thrown into the mix for no charge.  I needed some air.  I went outside and was soon followed by E.  He finally asked how I felt about the goat.  I swore a lot and yelled about all the things I was angry about.  I told him I absolutely hated it and did not want a goat.  When I was done, he asked if we could keep the goat.  I told him to do whatever he wanted.  So we got a goat named Iggus.
I am still mad at him.

CL