Press play and enjoy fuckers.
At first I’m just like “it’s fucking clapping, I don’t ca-” and then he began to sing and I took in such a deep breath my uncle had to make sure I was ok.
we are picking up our christmas tree today for trace’s first christmas. then we are decorating it tomorrow. so excited
Majestic Motherfucking Creatures we are.
This is sensational
SCRUB DUB DUB GOAT IN A TUB
How can you not reblog a soapy baby goat
Guys I just wanna put down some cute things I’ve experienced with baby goats, while my grandparent raised them:
They were allowed in the house and quickly picked up how to alert grandma when they needed to go outside, by racing eachother to the back door.
They love couches, anything that they can climb or bounce/jump on. They even got up onto the tv at one point.
They will bond with their main-provider like toddlers to a mother. The two goats that my grandma took care of would follow her around the house like duckies and even cry for her if she left them alone for too long.
They practice head butting!! But they’re so small that they’ll start stompin’ and revvin’ up if they see you have a foot propped up, and they’ll charge the bottom of your foot! Their little heads fits perfectly into the soles of your feet, like a baseball into a catchers mitt.
I miss them. 10/10 would raise a baby goat.
I guess I never truly realized just how lucky I really am. I have an amazing SO that takes care of me and honestly spoils me, and I have a beautiful son that makes my world a more colorful place. Laying here listening to them both sleep made me realize that I wouldn’t trade this for the world. Yes they both might piss me off sometimes, but they’re mine, and I don’t ever want to be without them. I thought I knew what love was, but this… THIS is true love. This is happiness. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Haha well I was meaning as far as my self confidence went :) but thank you
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