Bentley comes home

Yesterday Bentley was finaly brought home. I was anxious to see how he was going to handle his first ever tailer ride. Not to mention his first time away from mom. He couldnt hear her, see her, smell her, and to top things off Tecate would be screaming her head off (shes my QH mare). I anxiously awaited to see what would happen.

To be honest I was expecting a living terror to come off of the trailer. That is a ton for a five month old to take in. I was pleased with how he acted. Tecate was running around screaming at him(as I expected). Both goats where right there with her hollering(they never shut up anyways...why would this be any different). I figured he would B-line it for Tecate. Instead he did a power trot to his stall with the breeders husband right along side him. After about two min he was calm enough to nibble on the hay sitting in the feeder.

Now I would like to add that I was a very good girl. I didn't, no matter how bad I was dying too, go into the stall and start bugging him. I waited two hours before going outside to really inspect him.

He warmed up rather well to me. Enough that I could start rubbing on him. One thing this lil boy loves, and will stand forever for, is to be scratched. I started at his wither and moved up his neck. Eyes stayed soft and lip was hanging. I rubbed his ears and ran my hands all over his face. Not one moment of hesitation on his part. I worked my way back to his hind end. Along the way I rubbed his girth area, chest, belly, and his legs. I stopped when I got to his knees as he started to stiffen up. It was his first day and I thought we did damn well with him staying calm and dozing off. I was expecting at least a lil cow kick. Not once did he even threaten a nibble, kick, or bite.

With that I called it a day and left him with his dinner.