The petting zoo was a big hit with the little kids. They especially enjoyed the time we spent in the goat pen — except David who took exception to one of the goats nibbling on the front of his shirt, which still had a bit of his breakfast on it.
Cass captured the heart of yet another fella.
Candy has such a great ear scratching technique that this little one followed her around for a bit after she got up and walked away.
And this fella snuggled really friendly-like and told me he loved me, then he tried to steal my purse. We had quite a tug-of-war. I finally convinced him that pink and purple geometrics weren’t a proper match for his coat.
Baaaaad pun. But the kids are cute. And the goats are … goats. Including the one that got yours.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. If my pun was so bad, why did you repeat it? Hmmmmm? And which kids are you refering to as cute, the two legged or the four legged ones?
My sister used to have a pet goat named Annie. Annie was most definitely a character! She once got in the kitchen and jumped right up into the middle of the kitchen table. She ate an entire wreath off the front door, was known to take sips out of any glass of liquid that she could reach. We all loved Annie and thought it would be great if she had babies of her own. The result was Cricket, Annie’s daughter. In no way did she take after Annie. Cricket was a monster.
Goats are a pain to raise but always a riot to visit. They’re the cats of ruminants.
Hey, what’s wrong with cats? Goats, that’s obvious! But cats?
Uhm, cute kids. All of ’em. I can just imagine the children screaming with delight and baby goats running amok bleating and nibbling. Glad it was you not me. 😛
guess where i had to take my family today (all adults, mind you)?
yep, to the zoo 🙂
nobody penned us or wanted to adopt us…
Cyndi — I have known many goats in my life (some of them four legged) and most of them were willing to eat anything at any time.
Doug — goats do tend to be self-centered and stubborn, like cats, but they are a bit harder to pick up and cuddle.
Morgan — you would have enjoyed yourself, I promise.
Polona — whew! Clad you escaped safely.
Goats kind of scare me. LOL!
Awwwww… looks like everybaaaaahdy had a good time!
SN — Ah, they were little things, not much bigger than a German Shephard — and without pointy teeth!
Melli — one bad pun deserved another? And yep, we’uns had us some funs!
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