I finally broke down and dewormed the goats. I'm not sure why I've been putting it off so long. I guess for the same reason I was waiting to give Pete his vaccination. It is a little fear of the unknown. But, it was no big deal.
The best part was having Eric help. I had asked a few friends if they would help, but they all declined. I was surprised, thinking that they would agree just for the experience. Huh, guess not. Eric didn't want to help either, but since he lives here, and he's my husband, he didn't really get a choice. He didn't have to do anything, just help me hold them. He's pretty squeamish about it. He held their collars. I wanted him to get behind them and hold them for me, but that wasn't happening.
So, after I gave the stuff to Frank, and it was a bit of a disaster I got smart. I stood over them, opened their mouth, put the syringe into their throat, held their tongue over, stuck the meds in their mouth, held their mouth closed and massaged their throats. Eric was gagging every time I pulled my nasty fingers out of their mouth full of goat spit. He was thoroughly grossed out. It was really really funny.
So, that's over for a season. Eric did mention that no matter how large the herd gets, he will never ever deworm them himself. He will grab their collars and stand with me, but that's where his help ends. Thanks, Johnson.
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