You Don't Know Sore!

Goats happily strolling along. Notice anything funny?

How about now?
When we were at our family cattle ranch this past weekend, we saw poor Molly with a very swollen udder. I told Max several times to "Go milk that poor goat!" He laughed. Later when we asked Candido, our ranch manager, what was wrong with her, he assured us she was only expecting a kid soon.

Readers, any of you have knowledge on the matter? Should Molly's bag be dragging the ground?! The poor thing can't even keep up with her goat friends. What kind of life is that? Wouldn't make me want any kids, that's for sure! I'm thinking something has to be wrong--that cannot be normal! Perhaps Candido didn't see her in bulging state.
Now I'm contemplating adding a chapter to my Why I Wouldn't Want to be a Cow book --"So Glad I'm Not a Goat!"

May I get an amen to that?