that little goat curly is an utter prick.
i was switching the laundry around and doing the dishes in the shop when i decided i better lock them in their stall for bed. so out i go..in they go and ka-bam, bam, bam, bam...there is a freaking goat war going on in the stall.
i open up the top door and there is that bastard chasing and ramming his brothers AS HARD AS HE CAN and they in turn are frantically trying to climb the walls to get away from him.
i yelled at him, just like the dogs...'HEY! CURLY!!!! KNOCK IT OFF RIGHT NOW!!!!!!! and he stopped, popped over to say hello and then went back to his murderous brother goat killing.
well, i couldn't leave them in there to get pulverized by the prick so i opened them back up again so they have the whole pen and stall to avoid him.
the downside of this is...what if a cougar or a bear comes by looking for a goat snack?
hopefully he will pick curly cuz he is for sure the fattest (gluttonous non-sharing prig) and then my goat problems are solved...if this does not happen, i am thinking of shoving that demon into the back yard pen and leaving him there for the rest of his life...or until adoption whichever comes first.
hmmm...or.......i could shove him in with lahonie....my big irritable boy would make short work of him.
i really do not need a psycho violent bully-goat right now....where is the gun? instead of shooting my ex..i will shoot curly.