So I come out from the grocery store, it's pitch black in the parking lot, and my car is dead. Utterly croakey-o. Makes this nasty rattle when I turn the key. Great. We jump started it enough to get me home, but into the dealer it goes tomorrow with no delay.
I should be driving a goat cart.
What do you mean, there's no such thing? There has been for about 4000 years. It would have to be a biggish goat as it shouldn't pull more than one and half times its body weight. It wouldn't expire on me without likely notice. . . plus the little carts are so cute.
Lots of useful info at this UK site for The Harness Goat Society.
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2 comments:
What an interesting 'niche' hobby! I love the oh-so-British address of the chairman - 4 Brick Cottages, Holcombe Hill.
You know, I didn't even see that, I was so busy posting. Hi Parlance! I have to surf over and see what other good stuff you've posted in last couple days.
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