She Puked In The Car.

Flash, that is.

And because I know she gets carsick, and because she’s a crazy, hyper 10 month old Australian Shepard, I put her in her kennel.  In back of the car with the seats folded down next to the strewn out piles of Goodwill stuff waiting to adorn someone else’s house.

I talked to her in calming, soothing voices the entire way to the vet but didn’t even mention that she was going there to get her rabies shot.  I thought that might really make her nervous.

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But, true to form, the simple fact that she was riding in the car made her sufficiently nervous to upchuck her entire breakfast, a sprig of grass and a rock.  Yep.  A rock.  Those farm dogs…you just never know what they’re going to eat.  It was sweet of her to deposit it right in the corner of her kennel 17 minutes into the ride and 3 minutes before we arrived at our destination.

Three  minutes till we got there.  She almost made it.

I whined at her, taking after a 7-year-old boy who lives under my roof and shall remain nameless…”Flash, seriously?  You couldn’t make it all the way?”

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But, just like any young’un, after she was through, she was happy as a clam.  Nearly yanked my arm off trying to get to all the new dog friends who needed immediate sniffing.

And, after the rabies shot, she made it all the way home without incident.

I guess that’s what happens when there’s nothing left in your stomach.

–  The Goat Cheese Lady

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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