"Oh, nothing much, just washing the goat."
Because, well, that's what we were doing.
Nettie's skin / coat was in desperate need of a good washing and since it was such a warm afternoon, I figured that she would also appreciate a little bit of cooling off so I let Rhiannon have at it. She was quite patient, although it probably helped that I kept shoving fresh dock leaves in her maw.
Normally Nettie's coat is short and sleek by now, having lost all of her longer winter coat, but it wasn't very healthy looking. I've been brushing her and top-dressing her feed with BOSS (Black Oil Sunflower Seeds) hoping it would give her aging skin and coat a little boost, but it's not helping like it used to. She's had the driest skin this year and although I didn't want to wash away any natural oils from her skin, she really, really needed some sudsing up. I've only washed Nettie and maybe two other goats in my entire goat-keeping foray, and usually right after having them in with the stinky-arse buck goats.
So Nettie got a little bit of unwanted pampering with the garden hose, baby shampoo, brushes and fluffy towels. I took her out on the leash to graze a bit on the outskirts of the woods while she dried off and put her back in with the other goats. Who avoided her like the plague. Not sure if they just thought she smelled funny or if they were afraid that they would be next.
I've also been tossing around the idea of shaving down the Boer goats. Although their coats are nowhere as thick as they were this winter, they are still much, much thicker than my dairy gals. The weather is already hot enough that the entire herd is panting during the day so I may just give it a shot. My only real worry is that I'll get half-way into the shearing and end up not being able to finish it because of unruly goats wanting absolutely nothing to do with noisy, electric hair clippers and end up looking like one of those angry, shaved cats.