Who’s looking at me? 
Sammy is the namesake of what we call the Sammy-clan. The clan came to being when we obtained the second half of the herd. Tigress, her mama, and Dottie, her sister, came to the farm at that time. When we went to pick them up, Tigress had to be cornered order to get our hands on her to put her in the trailer.
Now Sammy was not very trusting, but would come to see you on her terms only. She began to trust us at treat time, as she was wondering what the other goats seemed to be loving. Once she tasted her first cheerio, the road to trust began. Now if I want to pet her, I have to talk to her about her family, then ask her if I can pet her. She will either turn
away, or bow her head just a little bit telling me it is ok to touch her. Once I start petting I can increase the area I can touch by scratching just a little further each time.
Sammy has had a couple of instances where she has regressed. We had a bucket we used for electrolytes, that she got looped over her head twice, which caused her to try to run away from the bucket she was carrying. We assumed the first time was a fluke and we made sure the handle was folded down, but she managed to get it on her neck a
second time. Both times she trapped herself and I was able to remove it. We have since stopped using a bucket with a carrying handle.