Parents like to imagine what their kids will be when they grow up. Goat Herder, never crossed my mind until the day we visited Butterfield Acres.
Ky was Ky, nurturing and sweet. She stayed in the same corner, singing, snuggling and sneaking in the occasional kiss (I kept telling her not to Kiss that Dirty goat, the little Sneaker.)
Bridgey was all bubbly with enthusiasm, bouncing from one goat to another, freely giving away unwanted hugs to unsuspecting goats. And, if this wasn't enough to pronounce his love, there were sweet squeaky sentiments: "Your so cute!", "Look Mom, He loves me!"
But, with Fin it was all Business!
- "Ooooout! Puppy!"
- "No, no, no! OUT!"