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04-29-2015, 08:10 PM
No photos, but just a little story about Cuzco from tonight. Phil and I had our first campfire of the season this evening, and as always Cuzco joined us for the event. The other goats came around for a while but soon got bored. Not Cuzco. He LOVES campfires and he stayed right with us the whole time. We've gotten used to the fact that he's usually an ornery old beast who doesn't want cuddles and is usually more interested in blocking us and growling at us than in any pleasant interaction. But not tonight. Tonight all Cuzco wanted to do was snuggle up to us--first to me, then to Phil. He stood there with his head right down in Phil's lap for probably half an hour this evening. His eyes were closed and he had the happiest little goat smile on his face. He reveled in the attention, turning this way and that so I could scratch all his itchy spots one after the other.
He was so sweet and good that we even gave him some graham crackers while we sat there, which is something we haven't done in years. Usually I take treats away from the campfire before giving it to goats (especially a big, greedy goat like Cuzco who can knock my chair clean over if he leans across for a handout!).
But I looked at Cuzco standing there so content and relaxed with Phil's arms around him that I said, "I know you don't approve of this Phil, but I don't know how many more years we have left to spoil this old goat," and I reached for a cinnamon graham.
I broke up the cracker for Cuzco to eat and then Phil gave him one too. It was all very warm and fuzzy. Sometimes between the snarls and the hackles it's easy to forget how much I love this old character, but nights like this one remind me of what he once was and all the fun times we've had. He's a very special goat.
He was so sweet and good that we even gave him some graham crackers while we sat there, which is something we haven't done in years. Usually I take treats away from the campfire before giving it to goats (especially a big, greedy goat like Cuzco who can knock my chair clean over if he leans across for a handout!).
But I looked at Cuzco standing there so content and relaxed with Phil's arms around him that I said, "I know you don't approve of this Phil, but I don't know how many more years we have left to spoil this old goat," and I reached for a cinnamon graham.
I broke up the cracker for Cuzco to eat and then Phil gave him one too. It was all very warm and fuzzy. Sometimes between the snarls and the hackles it's easy to forget how much I love this old character, but nights like this one remind me of what he once was and all the fun times we've had. He's a very special goat.