Ike Ate Parker's College Fund!

Well, more accurately we had to pay a vet to extract the pieces of blanket, towel, rug, plastic and wood Ike ate. It is official, Ike is 99.9% goat. Ike spent Thursday night in Tacoma at the Emergency Pet Hospital. After five x-rays, one blanket-filled poop, lots of throwing up and 24 hours of anxious waiting, we reluctantly decided Ike needed surgery. We tearfully and nervously stayed in the waiting room during the surgery. He is now awake, resting somewhat comfortably and has a sweet scar on his belly that I have assured him will get him tons of chicks...but I didn't tell him he looks goofy as hell with his belly shaved!