The next time that I purpose to do something incredibly ambitious, would someone please put me in a strait jacket instead?
On the bright side, our two percentage Boer does Em and Costich – who are known more commonly as “Red” and “Sister” because my mother can never recall what I named them – finally had their feet trimmed. When we purchased them, their feet were extremely overgrown, premuch to a state of neglect. We let it slide, though, because the previous owner had an advanced stage of cancer and hadn’t even been able to go to the barn to see his two goats in quite a long time, and was having his son give them feed.
But we got them home. And we knew they needed to be trimmed. And we knew we needed trimmers. And we knew we needed to look up trimming.
I finally got around to researching the trimming process, as well as purchasing the trimmers. Then on Thursday when no one else was home… I got ambitious.
I’m pretty sure they both outweigh me. Solidly. Does anyone know roundabout what a two and a half year old Boer doe weighs in at? I’m pretty sure it’s more than me. And I’m pretty sure I don’t have horns. That’s 2-0 right there.
But I do have opposable thumbs. Which they quite clearly lack. Score one for the human race.
I thought I would try this nifty strategy where I pick up a foot and use the rest of my weight to pin the
victim goat against the side of the barn. It didn’t work so well. Apparently they have a lower center of gravity and greater forward motion than I do. Who knew?
So finally I got Em to the middle of the pen, reached under and grabbed the legs on the far side, and… dropped her where she stood. And sat on her. She was displeased, but I accomplished a lot more than I had been.
I bickered with her sister for about five minutes before I decided that I was being stupid. So I grabbed her, sat on her, and trimmed her feet in no time at all. She was far more cooperative than Em. She didn’t flail. 😛
When all was said and done, eight feet were trimmed. And one human was very tired. And running far behind schedule. I had wanted to be to work by 9:30. It was 10:15 when I came inside.
The final score? You decide.