We bought this little pygmy goat buck at the Arcadia Friday night auction. He's, oh so cute, but once we got him home, we noticed he had an ulcer starting on his eye.
So we've been doctoring the eye every night all week. Unfortunately by the time we get home it's after dark, so we're out there with flashlights feeding, and chasing a goat to put salve in his eye.
He happened to be in the little goat house this particular night. JOY! So we stooped down and went inside to doctor him. We left the flashlight outside, with it's light shining in for us.
After a moment, we're in there holding the goat down, putting medicine in his eye and feeding him animal crackers when the light flickers.
We turn to look..... and there's Bo, this 16 hand horse all bent over with his head jammed in the doorway sideways, ears all pricked looking at us like "Whatcha doing in there?"
Ah, yes... more hysterical laughter. He got lots of cookies for that.
Though horses can be bad for the body (they will run you ragged and give you some noble bruises), they have to be good for the soul. We haven't had so many laughs in a long time.
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