Do You Believe?

May 16, 2007, 9:30 am; posted by
Filed under Articles, Chloe  | 3 Comments

I will start with a precaution to the reader. No one to whom I have told this story has believed me, except for one person who doesn’t count because he has no choice. So I would like to know if this is really such an outlandish story.

My father was a security guard for the last few years of his life. He worked nights at a yard on the Rio Grande that stored the freights on the semi trucks. He took us there sometimes, usually when we were on our way to the City of Rocks in southwestern New Mexico. We would have with us powdered donuts (my sister’s favorite) and Yoo-hoo (my favorite), and we would go to see the guard goats.

Yes, the guard goats.

Not guard dogs, or guard rattlesnakes, or guard tarantulas. Guard goats. And they were mean! I was terrified of them: the big male one, all the vicious little nannies, and even the kid or two that would wander around. The full-grown ones were the same height as I was; they would stare me down and lower their heads, and I would run behind my 6′ father and cower while he laughed and insisted the goats would not hurt me because they knew him.

They never did actually attack me or my sister, though they may have menaced us often. But they were raised to protect expensive equipment from thieves, so wouldn’t you be nervous around them, too?

For those of you who don’t find guard goats completely ridiculous, I thank you for vindicating me. For those who do, here’s proof of their existence: here, here, and here!

If you still don’t believe me, come to New Mexico. I’ll prove it.


3 Comments to “Do You Believe?”

  1. Dsweetgoober on May 16th, 2007 3:34 pm

    We had a mean goat named Jasper, I believe you.

  2. Tom on May 16th, 2007 3:45 pm

    As much as it pains me to agree with you, Chloe, the story makes sense.

  3. Mrs. Sweet on June 7th, 2007 5:06 pm

    Jasper stole his toast, he was real mean!

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