We have three llamas, two we use for backpacking. Everyone always asks, "Do they spit?" The answer is yes, but not at us. They spit at each other when they are irritated and our female, Domino, spits at Brogan, the wolfhound, when he chases her. The spit smells disgusting, really disgusting, and turns Brogan green if he's been chasing Domino around the pasture all day. We don't let Brogan chase Domino any more for obvious reasons.
Llamas are part of the camel family, and though they look very sweet and fuzzy, they are not. They are aloof like cats and don't like to be petted. Our wild pasture llamas stay just out of reach because they don't like human touch. It takes two people with ropes chasing them around to catch one. Once caught and loaded with up to 80 pounds of gear, they are cooperative. Their toes spread when they walk so they don't wear down trails like horses do. They hum while they walk on the trail.
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And thanks to the glory of instant internet access, I am adding this little poem that David McMahon just mentioned in his comment--thank you! It's by Ogden Nash and I can't believe I've never heard it before.
The Lama
The one-l lama,
He's a priest.
The two-l llama,
He's a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
Three-l llama.
