The 12 Goats of Christmas - Lemony Moon Pie

Holdin' out for the "real thing"

Lemony Moon Pie's name was the fusion of my toddler son hearing of "Lemony Snickets" once (although I still don't think he's seen the movies) and my husband's preferred name - Moon Pie. Ultimately I would like buy-in on the goats from both men, so I used them both.

Lemony is a darling girl. Though flashy out in the pasture, her demeanor is primarily chill and subdued. So subdued, in fact, that I was afraid she would never breed. She won’t fight unless provoked, but then she can be pretty tough.

Pres, our new resident buck, hails from the Pacific Northwest, but as soon as he moved in, he understood the assignment, as it were. He has been in a pen with Kiara and Lemony since the first of September. Kiara succumbed to Pres' charms almost immediately, but Lemony held out.

She was such a holdout that I almost called the vet to see if something was off about her. But finally, about two weeks ago, she gave in to love.

Lemony didn't want a shotgun wedding; she wanted to be romanced, wined, and dined at the hay and water troughs. She didn't just want kids; she wanted a RELATIONSHIP. Pres finally won her over, but it took him almost a quarter to seal the deal. I can't wait to see their kids (hopefully mid-May 2023).

I get it, Lemony; you want the Coca-Cola of love. You want the real thing.

Merry Christmas from the goat who wanted the fairy tale and held out until she got it, Lemony Moon Pie.