I Walk the Line Because Your Mine

This is "Johnny Cash" or "Cash" for short. You guessed it - he is a cashmere - I admit it we can not help ourselves with puns. He came from the same farm as Sylvester and is a proud, strong guy with a troubled soul. He is not quick to warm up to someone but he is a dear friend of mine. His fiber is a soft taupe and silver and is a great prize to harvest. Unlike my other Cashmere goats his fleece will blow all in one day so you have to keep a close eye on him otherwise you will be spending days collecting it from the pasture. When he came to use he hated (I really mean HATED) to have his hoof trimmed. My sons would have to take him to the ground to cut them but thru years of gentle talks, tons of stokes on the legs and a trusting friendship he know lets me cut them without all the trauma or drama. He will even come and sit with me which only took years to gain his trust. Strange as it sounds I won him over when I played "Johnny Cashs" greatest hits one day while cleaning the barn - something about his voice made my "Cash" believe we could be pals. So I walk the line - so he will be mine....