I am going to come out and say something. It might be
controversial. It might offend. You may disagree and lose respect for me but
darn it, I am going to say it anyways. Baby farm animals are the cutest things
on this planet. If you don’t agree with me, go look at a piglet. This, combined
with the fact that dogs here are not like dogs at home and I have not been able
to pet an animal in months, leads me to stop daily to woo and ahh at the baby
goats. They are adorable. I swear, they don’t know how to walk; they only
frolic. I reached my breaking point while at a friend’s compound when I saw
their host family’s baby goat. Here are the results:
Round 2:
One of us is sooooo happy. Can you tell which?
If you pay special attention to the goat’s face,
it is clearly think “oh dear god. She is going to drops me.”
If you pay special attention to my face, I am
clearly thinking “oh dear god. I dropped it” (don’t worry, it wiggled free
about 6 inches above the ground)
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