Hi! My name is Tanya, and I’m the proprietor at The Little Goat House/The Little Goat Outpost.
“The Little Goat House” came about as the culmination of many years of hopes, dreams, frustrations, despair, lessons, and growth. Originally a physical place, The Little Goat House now serves as the brand umbrella for all of my self-directed creative work — from hosting, to goat hiking, to property consulting, to manifesting beautiful and functional spaces.
The purchase of the original “urban homestead” site of The Little Goat House in Spokane, Washington, was motivated by the desire to create roots, to develop my ideal home sanctuary (on a tight budget!), and to fulfill a lifelong aspiration of keeping pet goats!
With determination, a lot of cussing, a neurotic insistence on perfection, and — above all — the tireless support of friends and family, The Little Goat House at 726 S Cook St was a 2-year project that exceeded my expectations for results, and for self-development!
…Unfortunately, in March of 2020, I definitively concluded that I’d been trying to grow my roots in the wrong soil. Spokane never had my heart, but New Mexico did.
My parents met in New Mexico; my mom was a Greyhound bus driver who was assigned a week-long tour in Southern New Mexico — and my dad was taking the tour! They got together, settled in New England (my dad’s birthplace), but kept New Mexico as a sacred place. Our long driveway at my childhood home in Norton, Massachusetts, had a sign at the intersection with the road. It read: “Enchantment Trail” — inspired by New Mexico’s moniker as the “Land of Enchantment.”
In fact, when I was growing up, I didn’t care much for New Mexico. My parents dragged me along, an only child, to sit in the back of uncomfortable rental cars with suitcases full of barbies on my lap for hours, while they drove around admiring the “gorgeous sunsets!” What does a child want with a sunset?
We owned a small piece of land in a tiny town in Southeast New Mexico called “Nogal,” population ~300. Every summer we would drive down to Nogal and look at the land. What tedium! But at least when we got there, I could get out of the car, and down in the dirt. I’d spend all my time making little villages with tiny houses formed from sticks and stones.
Now, it seems, I’m simply doing the same thing on a larger scale. My new property in the tiny village of Tres Piedras, New Mexico, offers all the seductions of living with the land. I’ve fully grown into my own appreciation for the soul-sweeping poetic impact of a sunset. And the goats are overjoyed with the opportunity to roam, and to attack the native scrub oak. The Little Goat Outpost is a perfect home for us.
My two goats are both Nigerian Dwarf (a miniature breed) wethers (castrated males) that I adopted from a small farm in the rural town of Priest River, ID. I brought them home as “kids” (baby goats) and bottle raised them, which involved feedings of warm milk every 4 hours for the first month of their lives. The goat boys have a sister, the kitty Miss Petunia, who lives indoors with me.
In addition to my love for animals, and infatuation with aesthetics, I am a disciple of old and foreign films, alternative culture, writing, reading, skiing, laying in hammocks and on pillows, growing meaningful and creative relationships, and participating in anti-consumerism.
I love to meet and befriend new people from all walks of life, to learn and share and create together. I look forward to meeting you!