"Clara"
"Venga Clara"
"Clara, no Clara"
"Baaaaah" *clip clip*
Clara, the goat. Oh, she is so precious. I do believe she is a new resident of El Porvenir along with her owner, a gruff, heavy set, kind-hearted, man with dirty hands who takes Clara with him everywhere. I first met this precious combo this week when I was at the grocery store buying milk. The dialogue above is just a taste of the constant conversation Clara and her owner have. Lots of repetition... "Clara, Clara, Clara," "baaaaaaah" etc... I was a little shocked that the people who work at SuperSol (my local supermercado) allowed the little thing to come in the store. She's not that big, maybe weighs 20 lbs? Picture a Jack Russell, but with a beard and hooves and tiny horns. But, there she was, nibbling on any metal she could find and following her humble caretaker around the store. The whole store was watching the two as they went to the milk aisle (buying cow's milk of course, Clara would not approve of goat milk).
I saw them again last night on my way out to meet some friends for a drink. This time, Clara was in her little carriage (or old, rusty, produce cart) with her master pushing her down the street, incessantly talking, like always. It made me smile. Its refreshing to see this little goat being a great source of joy in this man's life. I wonder how they ended up together, and why they live in a city, instead of out in the country. How does a little goat end up in down town Sevilla? I don't know, but its pretty darn cute to see them out and about. I hope I run into them again soon.
I asked Carmen if we could get a pet goat, but I don't think our other room mate would go for that. Shoot.
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