On a side note Goats have some unique personalities. My Grandma had 2 goats. They use to bump us with their heads. Nothing crazy it would sometimes knock you down. Never, I mean never turn your back on a goat.
Or a horse that likes you. Mine used to bite my butt if I let him get his head over my shoulder. That’s shit hurts and he fucking knew it and thought it was funny.
He also knew I brought him watermelon and let him run full speed wherever he wanted to go (I was 12, what else did I have to do? My parents made terrible financial decisions that fucked me as an adult, but I had an interesting childhood!)
On a side note Goats have some unique personalities. My Grandma had 2 goats. They use to bump us with their heads. Nothing crazy it would sometimes knock you down. Never, I mean never turn your back on a goat.
Or a horse that likes you. Mine used to bite my butt if I let him get his head over my shoulder. That’s shit hurts and he fucking knew it and thought it was funny.
He also knew I brought him watermelon and let him run full speed wherever he wanted to go (I was 12, what else did I have to do? My parents made terrible financial decisions that fucked me as an adult, but I had an interesting childhood!)