=Lacey's new, hopefully permanent, "BFFs".
I just got them home about an hour ago.
So far, Lacey hasn't realized that they're here. Atticus, the "baby", was bleating most pitifully as we took him down to the shed but it didn't phase her at all. She didn't even look up from grazing. She'll be in for a hugge surprise when she goes down to the shed! haha
I think she's going to like them but yknow. I decided to leave them all alone for an hour or two (I left them at 4:30pm, going back up to feed "dinner" at 7ish) to settle in.
The poor goaties were pretty stressed by the car ride, however I don't totally blame them considering that the house they came from has the scariest driveway ever = traumatizing start to the trip.
Anyway, I was going to wait to introduce them until this evening, after "dinner" but I decided that perhaps more pictures should wait until tomorrow, give them more time to get photogenic and all.
Hazel is the white longhaired one. She's an old lady at 9 years old. Goat 9 is like horse 20, to give you a comparison. She's an Angora and so far seems to be exactly like Lacey, personality-wise. She's all "THIS is the way I like it and I WILL be sassy until you do it right." THE BEST.
Atticus is 5 months old. He's the multi-colored one. He's an Alpine LaMancha cross (LaMancha's are the kind with little ears=why he has little ears). He's VERY dramatic about everything...but in a sweet way. He even, when Hazel is a little too mean to him (Hazel's the BOSS), bleats this little tiny "Woooooe is me, I'm so sad" soft little bleat that demands hugs. And then you hug him and he leans into it like you're his best friend even though you just met him... THE CUTEST.
Anyway. They are great. Hopefully they work out for forever. That would be nice for everyone involved.
And I am sorry. No Lacey pictures in this one. :( She was too far away as I walked past to get good pictures and I didn't want her to follow me up to the gate and get all pathetic when I left if I went down to her+attracted her attention... :/
Atticus was NOT a fan of leading via a leash. Hazel was pro at it but poor Atti. He needs some training.
The pair of them...
"I haz curly hairs."
*masqurades as sheepdog*