What's it like showing baby goats you ask?
You start out by spending weeks training them to walk on a collar, the same way you train a puppy to walk on a leash. Things go great, and the night before show day you think to yourself, "we've totally got this!"...
Show day rolls around and there is that magic spark in the air that only competitions bring to life. You wait patiently for your turn, all the while encouraging your little caprine partner that they're doing a great job. You get them out of the pen a little before showtime to practice, and once again they prance around like they were born to do this. Your confidence is once again restored. Your class is then called and you head to the ring, all the while your show companion is trotting perfectly by your side. You register at the ring gate, head in, and stack up. At this point you're feeling like all those weeks of practicing and breaking your back doing it are about to pay off. "Let's see them walk, please!" the judge calls out. You began walking around the ring when suddenly you realize the little kid sidekick you walked in with has dramatically transformed. Instead of the perfect, angelic, fuzzy little cutie you walked in with you find yourself attached to something that is part rodeo bull, part alligator who has perfected their death roll, and part Satan's spawn. You do your best to smile and keep it together and reassure them that they're doing ok, but the new little beast you're now leading around the ring will hear none of it. The judge then stops the line, and for a split second as you are restacking your goat you catch a glimpse of the kid you left home with. Suddenly, like magic words, the judge asks you to walk again and the little monster re-emerges pulling a full out Jekyll and Hyde performance for all to see. Finally, (much to your relief at this point) winners are picked and you are dragged out of the ring by something the size of a small dog but the tenacity of a wild mustang. You exit the ring breathless, red faced, and wondering if your chiropractor will see you on a weekend. You look down to see your kid looking up at you with wide eyed innocence. It then prances happily back to it's show pen. Oh, those cheeky juniors!!!! .. and the sad part is, I'd do it all over again first chance I got!
Pictured: Whimsy Woods Spoonful Of Sugar aka "Sugar"