goat breaks into home, eats cake

It's articles like this one that make me miss the good ol' U. S. of A.

Goat breaks into home, eats cake

Aaron Martin
Capital Newspapers — 2/17/2009 9:02 am

TOWN OF WESTFORD -- What do you get when a goat follows a dog into a house?

For Sherry Shirley of Westford, the answer is a big mess.

When she opened the front door of her home on Lake Road to let her dog in Saturday morning, a full-grown goat burst into the house, jumped onto a kitchen counter and helped itself to a freshly baked chocolate cake, according to the Dodge County Sheriff's Department.

Deputies responded to a call from Shirley at 11:43 Saturday morning, but a neighbor had dragged the goat from the home by its horns before officers arrived, patrol captain Molly Soblewski said.

"The goat didn't do a lot of damage. It knocked some dishes to the floor that broke and began eating the chocolate cake she had just made," Soblewski said.

The chocolate cake caper, however, was far from a perfect crime. Deputies followed the goat's tracks to a nearby farm on Mill Road and had it behind bars by 12:35 p.m. Saturday.

Soblewski said the owners of the goat will not be cited.

"It was just an unfortunate circumstance," she said. "I feel sorry for the lady, but it is kind of funny."

LOL, that article is so hilarious. They make it seem so serious that the goat ate a cake she had just made. Here in China the article would have ended with "And then the Soblewski's ate the goat."

Do you guys remember when my family had a goat? Man, those were some good times! And by good times I mean "annoying times."

The thing pooped EVERYWHERE (and Tater Tot loved to nom on said poop), ate all of my mother's plants and flowers in the backyard, and figured out how to get into the house using the doggy door so my dad had to add a big piece of wood that made it smaller so the darn thing couldn't fit.

Though, I must say, that goat did bring my family hours of entertainment. Personally, I liked to have broom battles with Tina Bonita (MeiMei named her "Bonita" to which Twin and I added "Tina" because, duh, Napoleon Dynamite), as pictured below:

And then we ate the goat. No, just kidding, we gave her away to some family that had a farm and were much better equipped to deal with a rhinestone-collar wearing goat that thought it was a dog.