I couldn't resist posting this. It's a picture of my mate on the day he brought our baby goats home about a month ago. Unfortunately, Gus (the white one) died on Labor Day, but we still have Merlin (the one kissing) and I do spoil him rotten. He now wears a red collar with a christmas jingle bell on it. I do believe that he has me brainwashed. He has thing long, drawn out cry that lets me know when he's in need of company, and I do as he wishes. I did learn not to take my coffee outside with me, as he will bury himself up to his eyeballs in my coffee cup trying to get the very last drop.