In 1995, in the first studio I ever rented, I hosted two miniature goats in its backyard. I transformed a sculpture I had made of an oversized fruit crate into a goat shed. The white goat refused to leave the enclosure. Its companion kept trying to escape. I took the black goat on long walks in Los Angeles, but also to the desert and the sea. After four months, I gave them away to a woman who wanted them for the petting zoo she had made for her two young daughters. After four months, I gave them away to a woman who wanted them for her two young daughters.