Week 33 I spent getting zen with goats in goat yoga.
If you are precious about your yoga. Don’t go to goat yoga.
If you are squeamish about excrement being everywhere, don’t go to goat yoga.
If you are particular about all your hair staying on your head, don’t go to goat yoga.
If, however, you think pygmy goats (not breed for milk or meat, but rather just to be social), are the cutest things you’ve ever seen, go to goat yoga!
To be clear, goat yoga is more goat and less yoga, but I knew that going in. But smile therapy could be a thing too. If you get a chance to go goating, it is aMaaazing.
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