10) and little lambs eat ivy

Right before I woke up, I had a dream about a goat. It was grazing in my front yard as I went to catch the school bus in the morning. When I approached the little rascal , I noticed one of its horns was broken, some of its skin was hanging off in patches and it appeared to be scared and sick. My first thought was, "I've gotta get some pictures of this for the blog!"

Then my sister came outside, saw the wounded animal and held it in her arms, stroking its goat head and making soothing noises. I said, "Good plan Brie, just hold it there until I can get my camera!" I woke up before I got the money shot. (cliff notes: This dream is about comparing the relative compassion levels of me and my sister. Also my fear that I trivialize life experience by blogging about it.)

On a related note, Sioux City Sue has been convinced I want to make sex with goats, ever since I took this groundbreaking photo.