Spike was taken from her mom too early and we raised her from a tiny little baby.
[the Mennonites breed their dairy goats to pygmies to get the milk and then quickly sell the kids as ‘pets’]
We got her in March when it was bitterly cold outside.
Thanks to “global warming” it was still too cold in late June to let her out of our house.
She grew up in our bedroom and slept on the bed or the dog crate I put in there for her.
She potty-trained herself and *never* made a mess in the house.
Early every morning my dad would drive up our lane on the way to his cabin on the mountain behind us and see me, leaning against the house, half asleep in my jammies and a coat with Spike on a long leash, waiting for her to go potty in the front yard.
One morning, Mr Funny Guy rolled down his window and yelled “Granny does your dog bite?”.
Har dee har har.
To this day, if she’s in the yard, I have to RUN through the back door and shut it really fast because she still thinks there’s been a horrible mistake made and she should be inside again.
[ and I really would, if I could...she has better house manners than my dogs]...;D
I have a back yard full of weeping willows and when they start dragging the ground, I turn the goats loose.
They LOVE that stuff.
[I just wish they wouldn’t eat my honeysuckle]....:)
Everybody loves them.
Even Dad’s macho “huntin’ buddies” always stop with treats for them and the goats run to the fence every time somebody goes by, expecting handouts.
Your life sounds like heaven on earth..I had taught one of my baby goats to shake hands (to get a treat of grain) but to have one housebroken is amazing.The pictures running through my mind have me laughing out loud...especially you leaning on the house waiting for your baby to go poo. Those animals are amazing and easily trained until they reach adulthood. I don’t think most people would know that each animal is unique and has its own temperament and personality..I also had geese, 4 Toulouse )spelled wrong) and 1 African. The African was given to me as a youngster.(2 weeks old) He killed the ducklings he was in with...We called him Godzilla. He was kept in the back room until old enough to get his feathers and he also would follow me around outside. But was very interested in the other 4 geese...When he would approach them they would chase him off. When he got big enough, he took over the leadership and the other gander gave way to him..These 2 breeds have very different personalities. The Toulouse are timid and the Africian is aggressive. Great watch dogs. They would start to honk at night before even the dog knew something was around the farm.. A neighbor came by when we weren’t home and later told me that the damn goose attached his car..He added. I wasn’t going to get out of the car either when you didn’t answer my horn....What fun it is to raise animals...I’ll bet you and I could sit down, have a cup of coffee and keep each other in stitches talking about farm life.. Thanks for pictures you sent, your 2 goats are precious. What kind of dog is that? Looks like it might be a Visula. Love his horns.......Its almost 3am where I live so I wish you a good night and plesant dreams......GG