Blue jeans and country dreams

Contest time

   When I get to the barn, I see Kaylen, and Louis standing in front of a pin that is right next to hers. Kaylen looks like she is about to cry and Louis is trying to cheer her up. "What is going on!" I ask out of breath. " it's Dustin's goat, it must have done something like scratch itself on a piece of wire, it is all cut up." I look down into the pin to see Dustin's goat (walnut) laying down, blood running from his back, and rump.
  I call Dustin. "Get down to the goat barn now, whatever you are doing get down here now!" I said and hung up the phone. In no time to think, I jumped over the gate. Got up on his ledge above his pin and opened his box. Got out about 50 towels and jumped down off of the ledge. I kneeled next to walnut and wiped up some of the blood. He was still alive but he was very weak. I told Kaylen to go to my box and get my towels. I told Louis to go get the vet. Just then, Mason came walking in with a lemonade. "What happened?" I told him the story that we knew. He kneeled beside me and help wipe up some of the blood. Dustin came running in and saw his goats pin gate was wide open. He came running down and when he got to the pin, walnut slowly picked his head up and let out a small squeak noise. Dustin fell to his knees and started crying laying walnuts head on his lap. I put my arm around him and told him everything was going to be fine.
  When the vet got to the barn, we had managed to stop the bleeding. She examined the goat and told us to get a sponge and some water to clean him up a bit and gave us some medicine and bandages to wrap around him. "Looking at the marks, it doesn't look like they would be accidental, they look like someone had cut him." Dustin fainted. I stood up and picked him up and went over to a lawn chair and set him down.
  The next morning was a rush, shower, breakfast, feed, meeting, medicine. But everything went well.
  We decided to walk our goats around a bit and Dustin walked with us with his lamb. We walked them around the coliseum, and around the steer barn. Mason walked with us. He walked beside me and I was telling him what most of the events were for the rest of the week.
  We walked over to behind the steer barn to where no one would see us and we let our animals roam around on their leashes without us. We knew they would stay close. Pipin walked over to a spot where a board fell of of the open sided barn and looked in. Then a cow nose and mouth stuck out of the hole, which made him jump up in the air with all of this hooves off of the ground and sprint toward me. I walked over and Mason petted the nose. It was Alan. Pipin walked over to the nose and let out a small bleat. For the next 20 minutes, Pipin stood there looking at the cow.
  The 4 of us sat next to the barn watching the goats try to knock over the sheep. The sheep thought it was ok because the goats would never knock him over if they tried as hard as they could.
  We decided we would walk back to the barn. The goats and sheep still loose followed us. We put our animals back in their pins, we asked the fair board if Dustin could put his sheep in the extra pin beside his, they agreed. The fitting contest started at 12:00, it is 10:00. I decided to get the stand and set up. I had Mason pick up the stand and put it outside, under a small canopy-tent that my dad had put up just for fitting. I went into the barn and had Kaylen carry my blower over to the tent and some of my adhesive. I grabbed my hose and soap and set it out, and took all of my combs and brushes out to the stand. The judges came around and put up a table under my tent for me to set everything down on.
  The judges came around and set up a line of tents for people who didn't have any, in line with mine, they put up sheets between each tent so no one looked at each other's goat. By the time everyone was done setting up it was time to wash our goats, I was one of the lucky ones, I was able to use the wash rack in the goat barn, in there was stand already provided for us. other people went to the other end of the barn or the steer barn. No one was allowed to help me. The only people I knew that were competing against me were Georgia, and Carmen Smith, she wins it about every year and she signs up for every event and wins that too, she seems nice but I don't trust her. I wash Pipin easily, because I washed him every other week at home, he doesn't move unless I tell him to. All of my friends are standing out of the wash rack watching, and so are a lot of the other 4-h people. The judges are going around watching how people wash their goats.
  I am finally done, and untie him and take him over to the fitting tent, he hopped up on the stand and I took his halter off and chained him into the head stand. I plug the blower into the provided extension cord and flip the switch on the blower. I dry him off and unplug the blower. I pick up his hooves and check them and clean them and do a tiny bit of trimming. (His hooves are already perfectly trimmed)I turn around and grab the fitting comb and a can of adhesive and start working, spray, comb up, spray, comb up. Once I get that leg done I pick up my Sullivans clippers and do touch up work to make it look even. I do the same with all of the other hooves. I grab a pair of small scissors and cut the hair between his hooves. I move from his hooves to his tail. I cut a little bit on the top to make it look even, and fluff the hair out a little bit. I take a rag and spray him with a spray that makes their hair soft and wipe it in. I wipe out his ears and nose and step back and look. He looks perfect. I take a photo with my phone. And step out of the tent. I am the first one done. The judges come to look and write things on their clipboards. The competition goes on for a little while longer. Everyone finally finishes up. Someone hands one of the judges a microphone and he clears his throat. "Ahem, everyone did a wonderful job today, but there was one goat that stood out the most, she clearly had fitted this goat many times before today and she knows what she is doing. The winner is.....Ember Davis.