I milked my first goat in 4 years the other night. I was thrilled. It had been a long dry spell and my daughter and I have been looking forward to this for a long time. As I got set up and brought my first doe into the dairy room my dog, MJ, stood and watched. I have always put a big emphasis on patience with my dogs so that children and grandchildren don’t get run over so I did not really think about it. I was just enjoying the memories and getting reacquainted with the process.
But the next morning, he sat there again and looked at me like I was forgetting something. Then I remembered…..he loved fresh milk.
From the time that he was a puppy he has gotten to drink a squirt or two straight from the udder as I was milking. I realized that he remembered and was waiting for his drink. I did not know that dogs would remember that long.
A couple of days later my cat showed up at milking time. She had gotten milk from the time she was a kitten. And had been without just as long as the rest of us. But there she was, waiting for her squirts.
Now the routine is back in order. I squirt the cat. She makes a mess and the dog cleans it up. Then I squirt the dog. Oh yes, I have missed this life.
Then I decided to introduce Dozer to fresh milk. He was confused at first but is now getting the hang of it, but he makes a mess like the cat so MJ gets to clean that up too.
I am now back doing what I love. And I love my life.