Walker the Talker is the handsomest minimancha wether in the world and he has a very high opinion of himself.
He thinks he is the handsomest minimancha wether in the world.
He likes to give his input on anything you are doing. "What are you doing?" he is always asking, even if you are asleep or possibly having a personal moment to yourself to think about pea hay.
Who invented pea hay? How did they think of it? Was it the same person who invented ginger snaps? Where does that person live? Near here?
Walker doesn't care how busy you are thinking about pea hay. He butts right in. He talks so much is why he got his nickname, Walker the Talker. For short we just call him Walkie Talkie.
If Walker sees a camera he runs over and stares at it until it takes his picture. Then he turns slightly so that his picture can be taken from another angle.
"Look at my eyes," he is always saying. "They are sky blue. That means they are as blue as the sky."
Anyway Walker has always lacked humility, unlike me.
Until yesterday.
Walker had gone to his new home where he was going to eat brush and be a friend to another goat. Then the phone rang. It was the people who got Walker and they said their dogs were trying to kill him. Maybe the dogs got tired of hearing his opinions, I thought.
Well the farmer has a policy of no refunds or exchanges. And also a strict policy of no wethers. So I was surprised when the farmer went and got in the truck and drove off and came back with Walker.
Walker got out and he was fine, there was nothing wrong with him. The dogs did not do a very good job of trying to kill him.
But he was humbled.Zane Grey went over to give Walker a friendly t-boning and the farmer caught Zane Grey and picked him up.
"Just leave him alone," said the farmer. "Just leave him alone for today."
For the rest of the day Walker did not say anything or give any of his opinions. He walked along quietly behind the farmer, not letting even an inch of daylight get between him and the farmer.
His eyes did not even look that blue any more.
