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Probably every day, people like his beard.
Huh? Do I know you? What is SW..SouthWest?
Super Woman.
Genetic error.
When we had a goat, every time anyone visited for the first time.
The first comment would always be, "Wow! That's the biggest goat I've ever seen."
He was a British Alpine crossed with Nubian. In his pedigree, he had a touch of the great Byron Bay Goat, who was a Kashmir and who imparted great toughness. But Magpie looked like his British mum, black and white. And he'd grown so big because his balls were lopped off while he was still a kid, by his previous owner. When he reared on his hind legs, his poll touched 6'3". He did this whenever he wanted a game. It was the signal that he was about to charge.
I rather liked playing goat Tai Chi with him. I'd stand like a torero waiting for him to come down galloping at me with his bony forehead lowered. I'd hold my hands out, let him push into them, and then turn sideways, so he swept past. This game would continue with variations until I said enough, with guests laughing.
On other occasions, I could sit on him, and he'd take me for a ride, though there was no way to control his speed, direction or moment of stopping. This also amused our friends.
He could also jump on car roofs, apparently loving the drumming sound. Pull paper from hands discussing directions and munch the map. Open the gate to the front porch, slide open the front door, eat the heads off the roses and leave the thorny stems and vase water scattered. Spill the fruit basket, take a bite from each banana and tread the rest into the carpet.
I found him endearing but my husband did not.
Our friends complimented us on the most entertaining goat they'd ever met.
He only gets compliments when he has his 9" erection.
