When people talk about the phrase “A face only a mother could love,” I doubt they were ever referring to my goat Charlie...
This saying came true for me the day my dad brought home Charlie; a goat the size of a small horse with an odd facial countenance unlike any I had ever seen. On top of that, he was smiling. I’m serious…smiling. We’re talkin’ wide spread jaws with a cheeky, mouth full o’ pearly whites. His teeth are so straight, you’d think he had braces.
When Charlie arrived, he was accompanied by his wife, Gracie. At least I can say she’s a normal goat. She’s not abnormally large, but just the size any goat should be.
I absolutely love these goats, if you couldn’t tell already, but they can be extremely naughty at times if you don’t watch them carefully. For example…they were once found eating my dad’s prized rosebushes, garden, and newly planted avocado tree. It’s happened once, and trust me, it will never happen again.
To tell you the truth, Charlie basically acts like a big dog. He will follow you everywhere if he’s outside of his pen. Because of this, I’ve had a few adventures involving my dear pal…one of which took place a few years ago.
I thought it would be a positively brilliant idea to ride Charlie! (I was just soooo smart) And sure enough, after getting on his back, he took off running madly down a hill with me half-clinging to, half-falling off his back for dear life. It was a thrilling experience, but definitely not something I would ever attempt again…
In the meantime, I’m happy just to look and not touch. His face is adorable enough anyway…or is it just me? ;)