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jedusorI walked to the Penngrove Motorcycle Company today to pick up the gloves I'd ordered (isn't it awesome that there's a motorcycle accessories store a mile away from my house?). On the way, I passed a herd of nanny goats in a field by the road. When they heard me coming, their ears pricked up. A couple of them started to walk toward me, and soon all ~20 of them were trotting next to me on the other side of the fence, as if I'd told them to heel. When I came back home, the exact same thing happened.
On the one hand, they obviously expected something from me, presumably food. I feel a little rotten for leading them on, so to speak. I'm still working out my views on animal ownership, and the incident made me a bit uncomfortable.
On the other hand, I feel sorta badass. I have a gang of goat minions at my command. What do you have, huh?
On the one hand, they obviously expected something from me, presumably food. I feel a little rotten for leading them on, so to speak. I'm still working out my views on animal ownership, and the incident made me a bit uncomfortable.
On the other hand, I feel sorta badass. I have a gang of goat minions at my command. What do you have, huh?
