I have a confession to make. I am an addict. No, no. Not what you’re thinking. I am addicted to goats. I love them. I would buy every single one I see if I could (and my husband is probably thankful that I can’t).
I have a confession to make. I am an addict. No, no. Not what you’re thinking. I am addicted to goats. I love them. I would buy every single one I see if I could (and my husband is probably thankful that I can’t).