There must be something special about baby goats: see how patient all the other animals are with them. The people, too. I am told they grow up to be really quite large and ought not to be brought into the house, so that probably sinks my chance of getting one. I wonder how a baby goat would get along with my cats.
You just can’t beat this. A chihuahua puppy hangs out with baby goats and wants to be like them. Well, you can hardly say they’re a bad influence! A lot of us would’ve turned out better, if we’d spent more time with baby goats and wound up taking after them.
Even if it does make you want to stand on the roof of your car.
Baby goats just love to have fun, but cats are world-class experts at ignoring you. Sort of “irresistible force meets immovable object.” I’ve never played with a baby goat, although I’d love to; but I have been ignored by cats.
They’ll jump on anything that doesn’t run away–sleeping dogs, horses, bulls, and even human beings. And trampolines!
They’re baby goats, and they have the gift of joy.
Baby goats usually bounce around like they’re on springs; but look what happens when you add a trampoline. Note the grown-up goat who remains safely on the ground: there are old goats and bold goats, but no old, bold goats. And note the dog yapping in the background because he wants to get in on the fun.
There’s so much more to animals than anyone but Walter R. Brooks ever thought.
You farm folks have seen all this before, but out here in leaf-blower country, baby goats are only a little less rare than centaurs. Anyway, these are cute.
You should’ve seen how Robbie the cat reacted when I played this. Something about a bunch of baby goats baa-ing really wound her up.