I love living in a small town. I can take a less-than-one-day old baby goat, wrapped in a towel for warmth, into the fancier of our two restaurants and the thrift store and not have a single word said to me or my parents by the employees. Well, other than "Awww, he's so cute/tiny!", "Can I pet him?", "What's his name?" etc. ect. And btw, it was mom's idea.