Goats rock, no matter what you say!
Yes, as I came home from blogging yesterday, I was greeted by non other than a goat. Upon opening the gate, I walked in and there he was.
He turned and looked at me as if I had intruded on his space.
There was no questioning what he was thinking because his personality just overflowed with ego.
"I'm a goat, so shut up."
He first stared me down, and then came up and nudged up against me, rubbing his horns on my leg. So I pet him. And he liked it.
Confuzzled, I went over to the house and walked in the open door.
"So uh..." I started, "Whats with the goat?"
No one even knew that the goat was there, so the whole house came out to see him. Then he looked at them just like he first looked at me.
"What, you got a problem?"
As we were talking about it and trying to figure out where he came from, he got angry, reared up on his back legs, and came at me.
*Bonk* He tried to gore me! Ok, in all honesty, he only scratched my leg with his horn, and while it sorta hurt, it wasn't a big deal. So...suddenly he was grumpy. I grabbed his horns and held him still while Ben (the newest addition to our need greating family) grabbed the rope around his neck. We drug the stubborn goat to the grass and tied him up. He fought and grumbled, but then chilled out and was nice again. So we decided to
|What? I'm a goat, you got a problem with that?|
|I hate you, tree!|
|"Oh yeah, that's the spot..."|
Thus, ended our most entertaining goat experience. Because of his fighting spirit, we called him Billy. I have never understood how the Bible describes goats as vividly as I do now. Stubborn, headstrong, prideful, and temperamental.
Even though he attacked me, tried to headbutt Ben, and switched from cool to angry, I really like Billy!Thus concludes my first post about a goat. Always in our hearts, forever a friend and (dis)loyal ally, maybe soon on someone's plate, the unforgettable memories we shared with the one and only,