Just put a guitar around his neck and add some stage lighting, and he'd look like Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones, complete with adoring groupie.
You thought I was kidding about his tongue hanging out? NOT.
Bisque (the doe with him in this picture) was drenched from his kisses
when she came in to be milked.
All the girls love George. George is in rut. Here's a great little story from Hobby Farms about a kindred spirit of his, Martok. Taking a break, amidst his adoring fans. I expect lots of little Georges and George-ettes in the spring. By the way...Billy Goats smell like salted pecans.