Meet Ms. Goat. She’d been named Blackie. It doesn’t seem very fitting to me, so for now, she’s Goat. Maybe we should have a “Name That Goat” contest.
And her kid, Socks. I should have zoomed out – he really does have black “socks”.
And currently taking up residence in a dog igloo.
Goat, on the other hand, is not quite cute or pitiful, but most definitely feisty. She’s gotten over kicking me for the most part. She’ll bite me the first chance she gets when I’m milking her though. Then she quickly goes back to what she was doing, knowing she shouldn’t have. She’s like a naughty child. If you pretend it did not happen, did it?