This is Boomer. I’ve never in my life, ever, positively ever saw, see, or seen a goat! Who knew such an animal even existed!? They are ….well…I don’t even have words for them.
They have eyes like a cat, or maybe a snake…Fuzzy says they have eyes like a goat!
Fuzzy gets rather irritated with me when I see the cows (they scare me, so I back up and bay at them). The first time that happened, me seeing the cows, I bayed at them with my fur all raised up, Fuzzy just laughed at me. I still get all ‘afeared when the cows come around. I hover around Mom’s legs and try to not let those big huge black cows see me. Fuzzy just looks at me with disgust!
Fuzzy he is amazing. They don’t frighten him not at all, he walks right in the corral with them, sometimes Mom has to tell him to “get out of there, Fuzzy”, but mostly he was taking care of business in there.
The cows they don’t even mind him. Me they snort and paw the dirt and sometimes I can see snot coming out of their noses when they fling their heads around and stamp their hooves! I like it better when I stay right by Mom and she is outside of the corrals!
Anyway, back to goats! Mom-mom has the goats…there are two of them, a black one and a white one. They are real tame….anyway that’s what Mom’s says. She says—“It’s okay Boomer, they won’t hurt you.” Then she gives them a cookie and they bounce all over with their really sharp little hooves and baa at her, begging for more.
I bay when they bounce around too much, my fur raises up and get all nervous.
But, here is a little secret, I’ll tell just you.
Okay, I’ll let you know…I’m really not afraid of them. I just like to bark, well bay. I think if my people were watching me they would see that I have a really big beagle smile on my face and my tail is wagging. The second they look at me I stop and run back beside Mom.
I really like getting to bay at the goats.
Now don’t tell.