Have you noticed that the number of cute baby goat videos rivals the number of cat videos?

I raise some of those cute baby goats.

But you can't have cute baby goat videos without the romance of their parents. If you like baby goat videos, you need to know about goats in love.

In our goat herd, we usually keep our buck (the future daddy) separated from the does (the future mommies) so we can control when the babies come.

One bright fall morning, one of our does, Elinore, put on her high heels, lipstick, and Chanel before sashaying along the fence line she shared with Rocket, the buck.

Rocket got the message: she was in the mood. Rocket was always in the mood, so with great excitement, he pushed his manly head through the wire fence to sniff her fragrance.

Hearts were drifting above their heads like hot air balloons. Once I caught sight of a little cupid figure floating overhead, I collected Miss Elinore and brought her into Rocket's pen. She wiggled her hips and lightly danced from the gate to the fence line to lean against Rocket.

He raised his eyebrows in glee and snorted words of love in her ear. He’d have brought roses and chocolate if he’d planned it. Love was in the air.

Except for one problem: Rocket's massive head was stuck between the wires of the fence.

He pulled and twisted while Elinore did a little cha-cha beside him. She whispered in his ear, gave him smoochies, and leaned against his rippling muscles. More and more hearts floated past his eyes.

Rocket’s front legs were like pile drivers pushing into the ground. He tossed his head back and forth. The fence bowed with his manly strength.

But no go. He was stuck.

The love of his life was slow-dancing at his side, and Rocket couldn't get his head out of the wire.

I'm not without compassion. I only watched this display for fifteen minutes or so before I went in search of some wire cutters to set Rocket free.

I think Rocket's lesson of love was to avoid putting your head where it doesn't fit.

But I learned something that day, too: cutting wire becomes close to impossible when you're laughing hysterically.