Good Dog!

Yesterday afternoon after I came inside and processed the couple of goat pictures that I posted, I went back outside with the intention of going back down into the garden. As soon as I opened the door, Gel looked right at me and bolted towards the side of the property. I thought he was going to the rabbit pen, so I followed him, but he kept going until he got to the gate that went out into the side pasture. Earlier, when I was taking photographs, we went into that side pasture to see if any of the does took their kids out with them. Only one did: Heather, a first time freshener. Most of the does leave their kids when they are this young when they go out to eat, but Heather seems to think hers is some sort of fashion accessory. They were both deep in the brush when we left them. When I opened the gate into the side pasture, Gel made a beeline to where that goat and kid were. I humored him, telling him to “find her” and he started combing the brush. Then he stopped moving. All along, I assumed Heather had taken her kid back with her, but from Gel’s body language, I knew then that wasn’t true. I crawled through the brush to get to where Gel was and sure enough, there lay Heather’s kid, still as a fawn. I picked her up and carried her back up to the goat pasture. Heather greeted me all frantic-like … you found my lost kid! You found my lost kid! I didn’t find her lost kid, Gel did. Good boy Gel!!!

Until later …