|This was a few years ago...but I love this pic with my littlest dude in his blue boots!|
Not eating a thing, which is usually what keeps her busy while I milk her. So I went on and did my usual routine; brushing her underbelly, washing her teats and the surrounding area with wash, drying her off, milking a bit out in the strip cup to check for irregularities. I did all that. I got comfy on my chair and went to work milking her. A few squirts into it she decided to get down on her front knees. *sigh* I kept on milking. Apparently that was way too much work for her because she decided to lay down. As in on. my. arm. Luckily I got the bucket out soon enough but my arm was a little squashed. Do you realize how much a full size goat weighs? *sigh* So with lots of work Noah got her up for me. Well then her belly was all messy and I didn't dare go through the washing process again for fear I might lose my arm totally (just joking...she's not *that* big) so I just milked her out and then dumped it when she was done because it was so full of specks and hair and who knows what. It was gross.
So glad my right hand dude is out there with me. He can muscle her when I can't. Like when we got her out of the stand. She decided she wanted to take a field trip. We had left the main door open
I still wouldn't trade her or