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The Story of Goatie **Part One**

February 19th, 2014 at 07:57 am

A lot of people have been asking about my goats, so I figured it was about time to post about them. I can not talk about my goats without first introducing you to Goatie. My first goat.

Beware this is going to be long, so I am going to break it up into sections.

Years ago we were at an animal fair walking around one day, and we heard a little baby goat crying.



Somehow I talked my mother into letting me take it home. We lived in a subdivision, and had no experience. She was only 3 days old, and had to be bottle fed. No matter what we tried she would not eat and we nearly lost her, but luckily we found a nice family with goats that helped us and taught us how to care for her. (They are still my goat mentors)

She slept inside the garage in a dog bed, and we left the door open and she ran around freely. She stayed in the yard, and played with our poodle. She also came inside the house, and was potty trained. She never had an accident.

About 6 months later we bought a farm, and we moved. She did not like the change at all when we put her outside. We still let her run free, and she slept on the front porch. She would greet people when they drove up, and followed me obediently when I was outside.

This was not a normal old goat. She was different. She knew just as many tricks as any dog I have ever seen. She could shake hands, rear up, twirl in a circle, moon walk, speak, bow, lay down, and I even made subtle hand signals and I could ask her a question and depending on my hands she would shake her head yes or no. So Id ask her, Goatie you are not a bad girl are you? And she would say no.



Every person who came to the farm was delighted with her. And she would willingly demonstrate her tricks. I even taught her how to pull a cart, and she would pull my sled in the winter with me on it.

I took her to parades, I took her treat or treating, I took her to nursing homes, I took her on walks to the park. She was my best friend. We shared a special connection.



After another year we decided she could probably use another goat for a friend. So we went out and bought another. When we brought it home, she HATED it. She took one smell then began spitting like it was the worst thing she ever smelt.

Since she had never been around them, she did not like goats. She would head butt them every time one got close to her.

Eventually we bred her and she found her new calling. She loved her babies. She took such good care of them, and every one she had acted just like her. (Goats pass down their personalities.)



To be continued...

5 Responses to “The Story of Goatie **Part One**”

  1. creditcardfree Says:

    Aww....can't wait for the next installment. Sounds like a great goat, friend and playmate!

  2. TashaC. Says:

    awwwww thats so sweet! I love it when people take special care of animals. I bet your mom thought her decision to buy you a goat was one of her best decisions. But why was it sold at 3 days old? Where was the mom?

  3. klarose Says:

    Tasha I never seen the mom. There was a lady carrying Goatie around, after she had already bought her. I just had to have her, and was able to talk the lady into selling her to me, even though she has just purchased her.

    Sometimes kids are sold as bottle babies, it is suppose to make them friendlier. Personally I wait until they are weaned to sell mine.

  4. FrugalTexan75 Says:

    What a cool story!

  5. snafu Says:

    Thanks for sharing Goatie's story. Never knew a thing about goats

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