Goats Galore

Meet Papaya.

This sweet, brown-eyed beauty is one of the 87 baby goats that Drew assaulted hugged while at Deanna Rose during our Kansas City visit. It was quite humorous to watch her sit on her petite green chair while all of the kids touched her in every nook and cranny of her little body. She barely moved as if she was completely used to the annoying toddlers constantly in her pen and her little ears drooped with sadness the entire time. As I watched her stare off into space, I wondered if she was telling herself "just go to my happy place". In an effort to not get upset over something so trivial as petting zoo goats and their feelings, I just told myself that they were like dogs. They enjoyed being petted and hugged despite not having anywhere to hide.

Back to the original reason for posting about goats. When I was home I scanned a bunch of pics of Derek and I from our childhoods and guess what was in both stacks?

Yep, a picture of us each of us petting goats. Apparently it's a standard childhood picture.

... and yes, that's my father at the petting zoo with his shirt off. He was the man back in the 80's.  :)