Yesterday we had a backyard party for my mother-in-law’s 102nd birthday. Her second cousin raises and trains service dogs. Corina is her current “student”. At only 6 months old, Corina is too young to be left home for a day of non-training so Julie brought her to the party. I planned to keep the goats in their enclosure so Corina and Pepper — our son’s dog — could play in the back forty, but when Corina was allowed back there she went straight for the goats. She wanted to play with these new “doggies” but B&C were not interested, at least not at first. After a few minutes of stamping their feet and dropping their heads to butt her, the goats realized Corina wasn’t going to get through the fence. Then it was time to sniff and nudge the black nose sticking into their home. Oddly, Clyde seemed more willing to smell Corina than Bonnie. It was almost like he detected her age and determined her low threat level before Bonnie did. In fact, I don’t think Bonnie ever really dropped her guard.
Ed
