As I was out in the back field helping to set up, I saw the cutest goat.
A little girl who belonged to one of the rodeo hands was dancing around and playing with the goat.
Me: "What is the goat's name?"
Dancing Girl: "He don't gots no name."
Me: "Awww. Poor goat. Everyone deserves a name."
Dancing Girl: "Well, I call him Goaty. You can call him Goaty, too."
During the rodeo, the trainer explained specifics about rodeo life. Suddenly, I noticed someone running to poor Goaty.
I watched in horror
Holy Goat Roping! I think I would be scared to death if someone four times bigger than me were running up to me (while I was already tied to a tether) to flip me to the ground and tie my legs together. Several thoughts went rolling through my head.
Who would want that job of getting tied up? Did Goaty audition for the part? Does Goaty get *special* feed to compensate for the humiliation??
I'm going to put a picture of Goaty in my office to remind me to be thankful of everything my job has to offer. At least no one is knocking me to the ground with a rope clenched between their teeth.