There’s a funny story behind how I came to be with Billy. It involves a meme, and a good friend that picked up on the joke and drove it home.
The thing is, even though he is just a plush toy, he really does help me whenever I’m hurting. If I’m in the hospital, he keeps me company 24 hours a day. Because of COVID and other reasons, my wife can’t be with me 24 hours a day when I’m in the hospital.
Anyway, I digress, the whole thing with the goat started around the time of the second COVID stimulus check and with this meme:
I just thought the meme was hilarious, so I posted it to my Facebook page with a comment that went along the lines of “yeah, this is probably going to be me.”
Fast Forward A Few Days
Wifey and I are at a store in Austin called “Callahan’s.” For those of you not familiar with the store, it’s an old timey general store. They sell all kinds of farm stuff including animals seeds, tractors, you name it.
Anyway, wifey and I were there because we were looking for some seeds and seedlings for the garden that we wanted to start. While we were walking around the store, I saw a goat in a little enclosure, so I posted this to my Facebook:
OK, now the joke is starting to get a little out of hand.
If you’ve known me since college, you will know that I always joked that when I got a house, I’d get a goat to eat the grass that way I wouldn’t have to mow it. I hate mowing the lawn.
Then this happened
I got my stimulus check, so I posted a photo of the check, with the caption, in 3-5 business days, there will be goat or something like that. My friends all loved the post and were psyched about me getting a goat. At least, I think they were psyched about me getting a goat.
Now things start to get spicy.
I posted that I wanted to get the goat, but the HOA would not allow me to have a goat. Also, wifey was not on board with the whole let’s get a goat thing.
My co-sister in law told me that she had a goat once as a pet and that the goat was an asshole. She ended up giving it away to a farm or something like that. My thought was that if the goat turned out to be an asshole, then I’d just find someone that can cook “cabrito” and we’d just eat the thing in some tacos or something like that.
In reality, I knew beforehand that the HOA would more than likely not allow a goat. More importantly, wifey was not on board with me getting a goat. I’m also not responsible enough to have a pet. I didn’t mention any of that of course, but there you have it.
A couple of days after I posted on Facebook that I was not going to get the goat because of the HOA and the wifey, a big box shows up at my house. My college friend Rena had been following along with the saga and she was not having me not having a goat.
So she sent me Mr. Gruff. I renamed him Billy D Goat, after Kermit D Frog and it was love at first sight.
Another college friend, Stacy, said that Billy looks like a skunk, so now he’s my emotional support skunk goat.
Billy comes with me whenever I end up hospitalized. At first, wifey was not happy about bringing me, a grown ass adult man, a plush goat for emotional support but she did it anyway cuz she loves me or something.
Whenever a nurse, or doctor came into the room, I’d introduce Billy to them and we’d all have a nice chuckle. Michelle, my wifey, thought that it was weird that I introduced Billy to people, so when the next shift change came about I did not introduce Billy. The incoming nurse said “I gotta ask, what’s the deal with the goat?” So that sealed the deal, I had to introduce Billy to everyone because people wanted to know.
Interestingly, at the end of her shift, I overheard the now outgoing nurse tell the new incoming nurse that I had an emotional support goat. The new nurse said “what am I supposed to do with that? How did he get a goat in the ICU?” so I chimed in “This is Billy” and we all had a good chuckle about it.
Fast Forward To My Last Hospital Stay
I’m in my room, doing a consult or getting my blood pressure taken or something and a nurse comes in to the room and says “I was walking past the door, I looked in and I saw Billy, so I had to come in and say hi!” That’s right, Billy is famous at the hospital and the nurses recognize him before they recognize me.
Anyway, I love Billy. It’s amazing to me how a silly plush toy can help me feel better. Billy is pretty much always by my side and that’s all I have to say about that.
Thank you Rena for giving me my furry friend.
I actually sent Billy’s cousin “Chivo P Stoso,” which translates to “Smelly Goat” in English to a friend of mine that was going through some things. I sent him along with a note saying that I hoped Billy’s cousin would help them get through the hard times like Billy has always helped me.
You know what, Chivo helped them.
Never underestimate the power of a plush goat.