I mean she’s a rescue so who knows how long she’s been about for. Even weirder: there’s some German writing on the back of it. I love my German vampire baby Pepè

I’ve had her for a while. She has a back story. I drove past an antique store and saw her on the sidewalk out front. I instantly loved her. A couple days later, I drove past the same store and there she was. I thought to myself, “How has no one purchased that glorious goat?!?” I was trying to be good. I went home and later that day was scrolling through my news feed and there was a picture of her on Facebook! What are the odds?!?! I shared the picture on saying that I couldn’t believe that no one had purchased the goat. The post got a lot of traffic. I thought about that goat most of the day but I was balling on a budget. I broke down and called them to see if they still had her. When I called the guy said, “I don’t know what the deal is with that goat! I’ve gotten so many calls today!” He said that she was still there as of then. I got in the car and told my husband I was going to try and barter for her. He knew then, that I was coming home with that goat one way or another. Well, the owner wouldn’t barter because he had gotten too many calls. Ironically, the calls were because of me sharing her. (I have a decent following for my work). Someone had even paid a deposit down for them to hold her but hadn’t returned within the allotted 24 hours. Needless to say, I’m weak and wrote a check. He told me they called her “Billie”. I added Jean because she was mine and I could. I came home with her and then I was afraid someone would steal her because she was so awesome. I made her stay in the house for a week. I finally put her out front but obsessively checked for her every time I walked passed the window. I may or may not have installed security cameras because of this goat statue. Needless to say, she is part of the family now and the talk of the neighborhood.