Cowboy Tries Therapy Goat, Ends Up in Couples Counseling

He bought the goat for mental peace,
To help his mind and find release.
But every time he tried to talk,
The goat would grunt or chew a sock.
They sat on couches, side by side,
As therapists with clipboards pried.
“She’s distant,” said the cowboy true,
“He’s needy,” said the goat on cue.
They role-played scenes of farmyard stress,
Like losing bets on chicken chess.
The goat accused him of neglect,
He wept and begged for goat respect.
They journaled feelings, herded pain,
Then tried mindfulness in the rain.
But yoga failed–they chewed the mat,
And screamed through goat-based primal chat.
Now they just nod across the barn,
And share a stare both calm and torn.
The cowboy’s healed, the goat’s in charge–
She bills insurance extra large.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on October 3, 2025 by Alan Nafzger