We moved into our home 9 years ago this month and to say we were lucky to find a home with the land we have and for the price we paid would be an understatement. We looked all over for a home with property and while there were a few that seemed okay, there were quite a few more that would not have worked for us. There was this one house that we wanted to look at and since the real estate agent was not available to show us we were given the code to the lock box and told to let ourselves in. The house was very unassuming from the outside and appeared to be something that we might be interested in buying, however, upon entering things changed. The living room had a fireplace, definite plus, but it also had a large brownish red stain on the floor, big minus. The upstairs had three bedrooms, plus, but it also had a door that was so small Shannon looked like a giant when standing in it, big minus. Lastly upon leaving the house our dog, Dublin, proceeded to take a big shit right in front of the door (we of course cleaned it up) and this was the final sign that we should not consider this house.
The house we live in now is one that we would each pass while driving to and from Indianapolis to see each other and one day Shannon made a call so that we could take a proper tour rather than just staring through the windows and fogging up the glass. I would be lying if I said the house was perfect, it is a farmhouse that was built back in 1910 so we only have one bathroom, which now that there are four of us is a bit of a pain in the ass. However, the house has character, beautiful woodwork, a place for a wood burning stove (we added one a few years ago and it is now our primary heat source), a laundry room that is not in the basement, and an attic that we one day will (hopefully) finish. I will say that while I love the fact that we have a back porch (work porch) I really wish that the one corner was not sinking, but as of right now that and a second bathroom are on hold.
About a month after we moved in we went to the County Fair and Shannon suggested that we look for a couple of goats, after all the for sale sign did mention that the property would be perfect for goats. We looked around not knowing what we were looking for and ended up talking to a nice family. The kids showed the goats and were looking to sell them to a family who would keep them as pets and we ended up being that family.
They were two standard sized goats, Buster and Buddy, and the deal was sealed when Buster leaned out of his pen and took a nibble on the crotch of Shannon's pants, we had to have them. Knowing nothing about goats we set up a couple of lean-tos for them and they offered the perfect amount of shelter for them during the rain and other inclement weather, that is until we hit December and there were a few days of sub zero temperatures in the forecast. We were of course concerned about the well-being of our goats and decided that we should bring them into the basement so that they would not freeze to death.
Getting the goats into the basement was not too difficult because they are basically like dogs and will follow you just about anywhere. Once we had them down there we needed to figure out how to keep them contained. Thankfully there is a small coal room in our basement with a door that we were able to block with a pallet and after we filled it with straw the goats had their new temporary home.
While they were not inside with us more than a few days the time they were inside was quite amusing. We would be sitting in the living room watching television and hear the occasional, "baaaa," from the goats. Unfortunately RJ was just two months old at this point and Lily was not even a thought in our heads, because if they had been old enough to have lived through this it would have been even more entertaining.
So, long story short, we had two goats living in our basement in the winter of 2008. Buster and Buddy.
The house we live in now is one that we would each pass while driving to and from Indianapolis to see each other and one day Shannon made a call so that we could take a proper tour rather than just staring through the windows and fogging up the glass. I would be lying if I said the house was perfect, it is a farmhouse that was built back in 1910 so we only have one bathroom, which now that there are four of us is a bit of a pain in the ass. However, the house has character, beautiful woodwork, a place for a wood burning stove (we added one a few years ago and it is now our primary heat source), a laundry room that is not in the basement, and an attic that we one day will (hopefully) finish. I will say that while I love the fact that we have a back porch (work porch) I really wish that the one corner was not sinking, but as of right now that and a second bathroom are on hold.
About a month after we moved in we went to the County Fair and Shannon suggested that we look for a couple of goats, after all the for sale sign did mention that the property would be perfect for goats. We looked around not knowing what we were looking for and ended up talking to a nice family. The kids showed the goats and were looking to sell them to a family who would keep them as pets and we ended up being that family.
They were two standard sized goats, Buster and Buddy, and the deal was sealed when Buster leaned out of his pen and took a nibble on the crotch of Shannon's pants, we had to have them. Knowing nothing about goats we set up a couple of lean-tos for them and they offered the perfect amount of shelter for them during the rain and other inclement weather, that is until we hit December and there were a few days of sub zero temperatures in the forecast. We were of course concerned about the well-being of our goats and decided that we should bring them into the basement so that they would not freeze to death.
Getting the goats into the basement was not too difficult because they are basically like dogs and will follow you just about anywhere. Once we had them down there we needed to figure out how to keep them contained. Thankfully there is a small coal room in our basement with a door that we were able to block with a pallet and after we filled it with straw the goats had their new temporary home.
While they were not inside with us more than a few days the time they were inside was quite amusing. We would be sitting in the living room watching television and hear the occasional, "baaaa," from the goats. Unfortunately RJ was just two months old at this point and Lily was not even a thought in our heads, because if they had been old enough to have lived through this it would have been even more entertaining.
So, long story short, we had two goats living in our basement in the winter of 2008. Buster and Buddy.
