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So How Was Goat Yoga For Me, You Ask?

Me and this year’s birthday festivities plus-one….a tiny baby goat!

A few years back, I started a new tradition.

It suddenly occurred to me that every year like clockwork I have another birthday. It always happens in December, just a handful of days before Christmas.

On this day, other people often get me presents. But until about three years ago, I didn’t get a present for me, from me.

The first year I started picking out a special present just for myself, I chose iFly. If you are not familiar with iFly, it is basically like indoor skydiving. They put you into this spacesuit, complete with helmet, goggles and earplugs, and send you into this vertical air chute.

The air chute emits pressurized air from the base which (in theory) pushes you up into the air so you “fly.” This only works if you are not me, however. If you are me, you hug the ground like you were born to it (to learn more about that experience AND see pics, check out this post).

So that was groovy. My new tradition was off to an excellent start.

But then last year’s birthday arrived and I got totally distracted by my thyroid (for more about those exciting times head over to this post). So the only presents I bought myself last year (if you can call them that) were thyroid pills and an ultrasound of the same underperforming organ.

Sadly, I don’t have any pictures of that event. I am told my thyroid, glowing from all the unexpected attention, looked quite photogenic.

So when this year’s birthday finally arrived, I was determined to get back on track with my new tradition.

After a whole year spent helping my folks put their flooded casa back together after hurricane Harvey in addition to numerous non-optional thyroid-related activities, I was seriously ready for some self-celebrating.

And that was when it hit me – the perfect birthday present to get myself – tickets to goat yoga!

For those of you who may just be joining us here now, I am in love with goats.  The first time I heard about goat yoga was about the same time I heard about a condition called “hypothyroidism” and then found out I have it.

Suffice it to say I’ve been wanting to try goat yoga ever since.

So my friend and I headed out one recent sunny Sunday, yoga mats and iPhone cameras in hand, eager to experience the phenomenon for ourselves.

Clyde, who had just taken a half-hour restful nap on my friend’s yoga mat, rallying for the cause and giving me a “goat special” deep tissue massage!

All I can say is, goat people are cool. Anyone who likes baby goats is good by me. In fact, anyone who likes baby anything, and all animals, is someone I am potentially going to want to hang out with. And these folks did not disappoint.

I also learned some valuable information. For example, there are little goats and then there are really little goats. The really little ones are the size of footballs and they bleat loudly if you don’t keep their tiny bodies level in your arms.

The little goats are the ones that give the best deep pressure back massages. Reason being, they have slightly more, well, weight to them (between 30 and 50 pounds worth, on average) and so when they stand on your back you can really feel the massage. Also, their legs – each with its own little massage hoof – are perfectly positioned to hit all the pressure points around the spine. Awesome.

Me demonstrating the ancient art of “baby goat holding.”

The really little goats – the true babies that are still being bottle-fed just like people infants – are the best ones for holding in your arms. They snuggle and give kisses just like puppies and tiny people!

Another valuable tidbit of information I learned (just a heads up for those of you who may want to try goat yoga for yourself) is that my parrot, Pearl, is not the only being capable of producing what I call “stealth poop.” This is poop you don’t think is there – don’t even notice – until you have actually stepped in it. It blends in, perfectly camouflaged somehow even when it is sitting out in plain sight on your laptop keyboard (if the poop is from your parrot) or yoga mat (if the poop is from the goats attending your goat yoga class).

You don’t even know it is there until later on when you take a look at the undersides of your feet (yes, we were a barefoot class). Thankfully, you also don’t really care because of the power of “cuteness.”

What was the most fabulous part, you might ask? I’d say all of it, and that would be true.

But honestly, it would be how both my friend and I had been having totally rotten days before we arrived, AND the GPS lady mis-routed us several times AND we were late to class (who is late to goat yoga class?!) and still, by the time the 45 minute goat yoga session and 30 minute goat meet-and-greet ended, we felt like a million bucks and were so relaxed and all smiley and ready to go drink wine together and cheer our twin birthdays and overall good fortune.

And that is really something. And it sure hasn’t happened too often in my stress-saturated life over the past year in particular.

Soooo…..drum roll please……my overall review (and I am totally not being paid or sponsored or even lightly encouraged to say any of this): Goat yoga gets a solid 1,000. Or a zillion stars – whichever is more positive….you pick.

Today’s Takeaway: Have you tried goat yoga? Or are you contemplating giving this uniquely cute form of yoga a try? I’d love to hear your experiences (pictures of you with cute goats would be even better, although I’m not sure the comments section allows pics). 🙂

So How Was Goat Yoga For Me, You Ask?

Shannon Cutts

Parrot, tortoise & box turtle mama. Writer. Author. Mentor. Champion of all people (and things) recovered and recovering.

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Cutts, S. (2019). So How Was Goat Yoga For Me, You Ask?. Psych Central. Retrieved on February 27, 2020, from


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