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Thanks for the kind thoughts you guys. Whatever goats come into my life, Cuzco will always occupy his own very special place in my heart. He was our first and only goat for many years. He's the only goat we'll ever own who has taken a road trip in the back seat of our Buick. He's the only one who got to be Homecoming King at college. Hopefully he's the only goat who ever takes a high-dive off a 30-foot cliff and lives to tell about it! He's probably the only goat who will ever run alongside while I ride my bike. He's the only one of our goats who ever had unrestricted access to our wraparound deck and was allowed to make his bed on our doormat. Being an "only goat" gave him a lot of special opportunities that other goats will never have, and it also created a very special bond.
Cuzco was not happy when we disrupted his tranquil and privileged life by adding other goats and I don't think he ever completely forgave us for that injustice. He always loved it when I would let him up on the deck by himself or take him for a walk without the other goats. He was especially happy when I took all the other goats to the State Fair for a weekend and he thought we'd gotten rid of them. He also loved going to shows because he always got a private pen all to himself, and most passers-by stopped to visit him and not them. What a character!
Cuzco really showed his stuff on that hike at Island Park, Nancy. That was a wonderful Rendezvous. Cuzco loved every minute of it. He carried 35 lbs. in his pack that day, and it was the morning after a two-day trailer ride. At thirteen years old he should have been exhausted, but he was charged up to work and never flagged. He even had to drag one of our yearlings along for half that hike because the youngster was confused and upset when our "herd" got dispersed along the trail. He wouldn't walk willingly, so Cuzco had to physically drag that 125 lb. goat down some portions of the trail before he finally stopped fighting. For me, the highlight of that Rendy was when John Mionczynski gave Cuzco a long stare and then said, "That is a very fine animal."
A fine animal he was indeed.
Cuzco was not happy when we disrupted his tranquil and privileged life by adding other goats and I don't think he ever completely forgave us for that injustice. He always loved it when I would let him up on the deck by himself or take him for a walk without the other goats. He was especially happy when I took all the other goats to the State Fair for a weekend and he thought we'd gotten rid of them. He also loved going to shows because he always got a private pen all to himself, and most passers-by stopped to visit him and not them. What a character!
Cuzco really showed his stuff on that hike at Island Park, Nancy. That was a wonderful Rendezvous. Cuzco loved every minute of it. He carried 35 lbs. in his pack that day, and it was the morning after a two-day trailer ride. At thirteen years old he should have been exhausted, but he was charged up to work and never flagged. He even had to drag one of our yearlings along for half that hike because the youngster was confused and upset when our "herd" got dispersed along the trail. He wouldn't walk willingly, so Cuzco had to physically drag that 125 lb. goat down some portions of the trail before he finally stopped fighting. For me, the highlight of that Rendy was when John Mionczynski gave Cuzco a long stare and then said, "That is a very fine animal."
A fine animal he was indeed.