Now mind you I don't mind giving the shots, giving oral medications but catching the goat is a whole other ball game, and it's really not a ball game its a wrestling match. Ruby is not one of those goats that likes for you to touch her so it's on as soon as we enter the pen. Tim tells me to go around the other side of the barn and he will get on the other and he wants me to scare her to him.
I will catch her no problem, I think it sounds easy enough.
Well after eight tries that just doesn't work so my sweet husband decides to try one more time but now he runs several of the other goats in with her, well he then decides it would be a great ideal to just tackle her with the other goats standing next to her too.
He goes for it, she runs as well as the other goats with him holding on to Ruby right into me. Those of you that live out around here know it has also been raining.
Tim caught her held her while I gave her a shot and the oral medications all the while saying I am sorry.
When the goats and Tim ran toward me I turned to get out of the way but was to late, I slid down into mud and I don't even want to think about what else, but the trouper I am I got up covered head to toe in mud gave the medications and headed for the house, and no I didn't speak to Tim for a while not because I fell but because he asked to borrow the towel I had in my jacket pocket because he got a little something on his hands.....