Ya, you read that right. My precious baby was attacked by a goat. Friday was a beautiful day in Dayton, Ohio. So beautiful that I decided to take my family to Young’s Jersey Dairy . My girls were super excited and the first thing they want to do is go feed the goats. Understand this, goats totally creep me out. Their eyes look nuts and they are always pushing and shoving each other around. Being around those animals is one of my least favorite things but I put my dislike of goats aside and move towards the pen. As I am pulling out a quarter for goat feed (what a rip off), I hear my 5-year-old freaking out. I look up and there is a freaking goat trying to eat the purple flower clip that is attached to my daughter’s head. I run to her, unhinged the flower, and a clump of her hair from the goat’s mouth. I punch the goat away (ya, I did) and run to comfort my crying lady. She had very little damage done to her but it really freaked her out. I mean, come on, a goat attacked her head. I would have probably peed my pants. After some consoling and promising that she doesn’t have to go by the goat’s again, we continued on our way. Thank goodness my youngest, Emmie-2, was not being her usual rambunctious self and was staying next to me during all of this. We saw the baby animals (which happened to be goats much to my Morgan’s dismay), went down a huge slide and finished our outing with ice cream. Young’s has the best! I, unfortunately, am lactose combative and watched the girls make a mess of themselves. I rounded them up to head back to the car and Emmie says, “Mom, feed the goats now.” “Babe, Morgan doesn’t want to see the goats because they scared her.” “I’m not scared! Feed the goat time.” So on we went back to the goats. Morgan opted to stay back at the picnic table and Emmie happily fed the disgusting goats.
Here is a picture of my strong girl after the goat battle. She’s alright 🙂 (Notice the lack of purple flower)
And the moral of the story is that if you must be by a goat, be ready to punch it.
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