If it wasn’t for the goats, Trudi Klinger would get a lot more work done.

But someone — usually Klinger — lets Willow and Petunia in and the two pygmy goats take over the studio. They eat clay trimmings off the floor. They go for the finished clay bowls awaiting firing on a row of shelves, prompting Klinger to run for the “goat protectors” to block them. They eat paper, on which orders are often written.