*shamelessly cuts and pastes her own comment from rowantree's jou

[derien]

rowantree's brother's goat, Princess, looks a lot like the evil bitch of a goat we had when I was young. Imagine Princess a little rangier, with longer, sharper, blacker horns and you have Rosie. Rosie hated me with a passion, so far as I could tell, and charged me if I got anywhere near within her range. Oddly enough, she was my mother's beloved pet. When my mother was pregnant with me they lived on an island and as she went into labor during the time of day when the ferry was not running a lobsterman offered to take her and my father over to the hospital in his small motorboat. Reportedly, she refused to get into the boat until Rosie was put into it. My mother must have been half out of her mind with pain is all I can think.