“In case of emergency, break glass and hug goat.”
It’s no secret I’ve had a pretty rough week. Chris Topher and I were supposed to go play with goats last Saturday, but I read on the farm’s website they required reservations for tours and we didn’t hear from them in time. I was a pretty sad panda.
But then, the zoo’s training mentor group announced they were going to have a luncheon workshop at the Family Farm. Which is where the GOATS live!!!! I spent about an hour and a half playing with GOATS!!! And I got PAID for it!!!!
Alyssa and I were teamed with Sparky, the youngest goat in the herd, and we were trying to teach him to kiss our cheek (by licking and getting his wonderful smelly goat slobber all over me). You know, for Valentine’s Day. Because nothing is sweeter than a goat kiss!
We got as far as Sparky kissing our hand near our face, but not quite an actual kiss ( I swear, Alyssa, I’ll go up the next two weeks and teach that little guy to kiss us or die trying! I’m getting a fracking goat kiss for Valentine’s Day!). Which is fine. Because I spent the afternoon playing with GOATS!!! And I got PAID for it!!! Because it’s my JOB!!!
I’m going to try to see if Diane, the Family Farm keeper, will let me just stop by one lunch break once in a while to get a snuggle in. Because of everything I’ve done this week to deal with my emotions and frustrations, playing with goats has been by FAR the most therapeutic activity.
I just need a baby goat behind glass so when I’m in a sour mood, Chris can run over, grab the goat and breathe easy knowing everything is going to be fine. Pattie has her goat….that would be AWESOME!
