Wednesday, November 21 - Otis arrived at our farm. He's cute. And smelly. Luckily I expected both. He had peed in the crate they brought him in so he was smellier than he had to be. Guess what?! It is hard to bathe a goat in the winter. Gonna do it though after he gets fixed next week.
The introduction to the dogs didn't go very well. They freak him out. He puts his head down in self-defense and since they are small and old we feared them getting hurt. We quickly realized him loose in the backyard wasn't an option.
He was, um, "girthier" than I expected. This turned out to be good since we couldn't leave him in the backyard with the dogs. Back up plan! We put him in one of the horse paddocks. They are lined with livestock panels and looking at him we thought he'd be secure in there. We got him settled with all of his new paraphernalia.
We went back to check on him an hour later ... he came bebopping across the arena .. he'd been in the pasture with the horses. The expression on Mark's face was priceless. I laughed. Hey, at least we figured out he got along with the horses.
Sooooooo .. Otis went to goat jail. He got a nice, cozy, warm, spot in a horse stall inside the barn. Maximum security for his little goat butt. And though we almost expected to find him romping around the property, he stayed secure.
What a cool life you have, Lesa! Great blog.
ReplyDeleteHahaha!!!! This is so fun to read. However, i'm a little disappointed bc I was hoping you'd prove Chad wrong. Ive always wanted goats and he always tells me.... NO WAY! They eat everything and escape from everything. Please get better Otis. You're aunty is hoping to one day bring you a playmate, but if you keep going to goat jail, you're out of luck homey.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to meet Otie. That's my new nickname for him.