12-19-2014, 12:21 AM
Yeah, it's just too bad that even with all that attention he still turned out to be Mr. Stink-o in his old age! Every day when I bring the hay, he puffs his hair all up, stands on tippy-toe, and walks next to me in a menacing manner with his horn cocked in my direction. He snarls and makes faces at me the entire way. He always stands down when I get after him, but it's a bit frustrating to have my once-personable goat be such a cranky old fart in his old age. I think he still likes me in his own way, but he sure has a difficult time expressing it!
Still, his "crusty old codger" antics sure put a smile on my face and I know I'm going to miss the old man when he's gone. As cranky as he is, I don't think he really means anything by it except to express his continuing displeasure with having to share his property and his people with other goats. He really hates being relegated to the status of "livestock" and having to live in a pen with other goats instead of enjoying the old cushy life where he got to sleep on the porch and watch us through the windows. The only time he got really cranky back then was when we'd invite friends over or when we would leave overnight. Cuzco always had good porch manners, but any time we left overnight, we would come home to a single big pile of goat berries on the doormat and he wouldn't speak to us for a day or two.
Still, his "crusty old codger" antics sure put a smile on my face and I know I'm going to miss the old man when he's gone. As cranky as he is, I don't think he really means anything by it except to express his continuing displeasure with having to share his property and his people with other goats. He really hates being relegated to the status of "livestock" and having to live in a pen with other goats instead of enjoying the old cushy life where he got to sleep on the porch and watch us through the windows. The only time he got really cranky back then was when we'd invite friends over or when we would leave overnight. Cuzco always had good porch manners, but any time we left overnight, we would come home to a single big pile of goat berries on the doormat and he wouldn't speak to us for a day or two.