I have the teeny tiniest little keet with severely splayed legs. I've been trying to keep a bandage on, but the little devil manages to worry it free at least three times a day. Poor Scooter gets so freaked out every time I pick him/her up. It only gets worse when I start trying to fix the hobble. Right now the poor thing is passed out from exhaustion. How do they make me feel like some kind of sicko animal abuser anytime I attempt vetting? As I type this, I'm putting off worming the goats. I hate being a whiner about it all, but sometimes I really wish I had someone to help out.