I am not an animal loving person by nature. I should change that to say animal owning person by nature. There’s that whole attachment thing and then they can get sick and die or run away. Never wanted a pet.

But then we got the goats.

I love my goats. Honestly I don’t spend a lot of time tending to them. That’s David’s job in the morning. And ben’s for the most part because getting them was originally his idea. But I love these little animals.

They are curious and silly and goofy and ornery. Sometimes I hate and cuss them for the same attributes that endear me to them. Mainly when I have to catch them.

I lived it when the babies were young and so not scared of us. They would let us cuddle them and nibble at your hair and clothes. The Babis have become too big to hold properly without the danger of horns and hooves getting in the way. But the still love to give you a nice nuzzle with their nose, nip of your shirt tail or gentle head push of your leg.

That’s not to say that they won’t all out head butt you if you’ve angered them in someway. But that’s a goats nature for you.

I’m just gonna go right out and say it. Goats are so much better than dogs.