The combination is just as dangerous as it sounds. A few days ago I noticed that all goat hooves were in need of a trim, which I assumed would be a two-person activity. I am headed to Toronto for a while tomorrow morning, so David and I tackled this task tonight along with our two-horse and two-goat cheerleaders.
Morsel and Timbit were bottle-fed as babies, and they are sociable to a fault. They are not, however, keen on being pinned upside-down atop the hay feeder while I stab at their feet with a dull pair of pruning shears. Timbit went first and his unholy bellowing attracted Tonka and Raven to the scene, both of whom proceeded to help by (1) scratching themselves on our mostly-incapacitated bodies and (2) bickering over the hay in the feeder. Totally unconcerned by the fate of their herd mate, Morsel and Roland proceeded to help by (1) eating the hoof-trimming instructions and (2) jumping up and down off the feeder. Once Timbit was upright all was instantly forgiven, and he had a little chew on the instructions too.
Roland McNugget was not bottle-fed as a baby. This makes him harder to catch when he's suspicious of your motives, but I guess it also left his survival instincts more intact. Once flipped upside down he played dead and surprised both of us by being the easiest goat to trim. And by "easiest" I mean "still really challenging" mostly because I don't know what I'm doing and we need a sharper pair of shears for me to do it with.