|Cool Iguanadon prints at Dinosaur ridge.|
I waited for a few seconds. That does seem odd, I thought, shading my eyes, he seems to be all over the place and isn't really walking with his people...wait are they running from him? I squinted down the hill. Did that dog just head butt his owner? Wait a second. Is that dog a goat?
Deffinately not canine.
He had a nice heavy leather collar, so there I was trying to drag a gigantic goat, he came up past my hips, down the road while he tried to drag me up along with the giggling goat-a-phobic hikers. It was kind of slow going.
The tour bus stopped, families gaping out the windows at my strange companion. The driver, Amber, asked me what is going on so I update her on the goat situation, and then steal her belt to use as a leash. Note to self, put a leash in your camel back, very handy. Now that we were walking down in a much more civilized fashion, a group of tourists coming up actually stopped to take a picture of the strange girl out for a jaunt with her friendly pet goat. I told them he wasn't mine, but ask if they would like to pet him? He seems very friendly.
Baaaaaah the goat adds, with a twinkle in his eye.
An entire herd of human kids gathered around to pet my new pal. He baaahs again, nuzzles a little, smiles a big goaty smile, and then lets loose with a niagra falls of pee that splashes on every child in sight..
Ohhhh, sorry, I didn't know that was a goat thing.
Luckily it was a very good-natured tourist family. Probably they were Morman. They just laughed and revised their recent plans to get a pet goat, and my charge and I continued down the trail. He was laughing silently, I saw his goaty shoulder shaking.
When I finally got him into the ranch driveway, he realized he had missed home all along,and trotted up to Mr. Rooney with a nuzzle and a baaaaahing grin. Turns out his name is Mocha.
|A goat kind of like Mocha, but much, much smaller.|