Listen. I know kittens are cute. We all know kittens are cute. Puppies? Totally. My proposal is a departure from these household hairballs. Consider: the baby goat. Better yet, consider: the baby goat with those little waddly things under his/her chin (what IS that?). I mean, I don’t know about you, but I’m done. That’s it. Goodnight. They are my absolute weakness.
I took this photo of this little gal on a farm where I used to work/live. Can you see how she’s both skinny and fluffy at the same time? How does she even do that? What really gets me is her piercing gaze. Even in the middle of… well, whatever she’s doing – scratching her back or trying to smell her own butt – she catches me photographing her and immediately shoots me Blue Steel.
There just aren’t enough people who hang out with goats. I’ve found them to be the cutest, sassiest, most fun creatures this side of domestication. If you’ve never milked one, you’re truly missing out. If you’ve never milked a whole herd, then you’ve never baby-sat a dozen spoiled ‘tweens who were convinced they’re Lady GaGa. The thing about milking them is that you have to make sure they don’t put their feet in the bucket. If they do, you have to toss all the milk in it. Imagine if I walked around in your bowl of cereal. Exactly.
And they know this. They know and they are sneaky. They lie in wait for their opportunity. The really sassy ones will wait until the bucket is almost full. It comes down to a battle of wits between my elbows and their hind legs. And the thing is, I have to respect these ladies for their intelligence and feistiness. And because I know that come spring, they’re going to squeeze out another couple of adorable little sass-balls who I won’t be able to keep myself from loving, at least until they’re old enough to put their foot in my milk bucket.