Our goats have been finding a way out of the pasture. While this is generally a royal pain in the ass and a growing annoyance to our neighbor, they truly mean no harm and are quite friendly. Two of them have no fear of humans whatsoever and merely look at us as the big things on two legs who have food (or at the very least will pet us). The third one is rather aloof and can't be bothered with people unless there's actual food involved and she's already determined this from a distance.
Well, the other day the goats got out again. Wolf and I were both at work so naturally they wandered over to the neighbor's. In the meantime, the Jehovah's were on their usual rounds through the neighborhood.
First off, let me tell you that the Jehovah's view goats as those who are not saved and will be put on the left hand of God when the day of judgement comes. They are those who are the devil's property. I'm not even going to bother going into belief systems and what I think about all this but suffice it to say the goats could've cared less.
Out come the Jehovah's and over go the goats. Immediately the Jehovah's start backing away. The goats follow, tails a wagging, all happy. Oh Joy...a people...they can pet me...maybe they have food!!!
The goats follow them to their car...much to the Jehovah's chagrin. One of them chanting "Back you...in the name of Christ...back, get out of here!!"
Aretha, the nosiest and most friendly, follows right to the car and proceeds to try to climb in the back seat with one of them. By now, the Jehovah's are freaking out..."quick, get in the car...we have to get out of here!"
They may have left literature on the our porch (they never made it to the neighbor's), but somehow I don't think they'll be back.
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still giggling
kitt xxx