Goat Cart

While it had not crossed my mind when I first brought the goats home, it has since come to cozy up in my brain that a goat cart would not be a bad idea.  And I will tell you why.

On Sunday afternoon I clipped their collars on and with a leash attached to each goat--it seemed like a good idea at the time--I took the goats down to The Meadow, which is the long strip of meadow under the power lines.  I wanted them to get a feel for the place and have the opportunity to sample some of their future dinners.  This worked quite well until Nutmeg decided it was time to go home.  Off She Went Like a Missile Out of a Silo!  Echo followed, Thank Goodness, and they went up the hill back to the house dragging me behind like a lunatic!

Some people never learn, or have more in common with goats than they like to admit, and so today we repeated our exercise in stupidity goat walking, and it went much better.  For about 20 minutes.  Then, like a horse at the track, Nutmeg was off again!  This time I was prepared and they didn't drag me up the hill.  Much.

But now they have me thinking.  If they are this strong, could they be trained to pull a cart?  To carry a pack?  I'm not sure why I would want to do any of these things, but give me time.  I'll come up with something. 

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