Today 13 year ago I bought my first goats. They were three pygmy goats I picked up in Ellensburg. There’s Carrie on my lap, Ben I am petting and Annie at the end of the bale, all on the day I got them. Carrie was a real sweetheart, friendly and gentle. Ben was a roustabout but also friendly. He was an add-on purchase, such a deal! Annie was not friendly, standoffish. I learned a lot from these goats, both good and bad. Annie, I lost to pneumonia after a C-section. Carrie was killed by a sheep. Ben died of old age. Carrie, in particular, really stole my heart and broke it when she died. I switched to Nigerian Dwarf goats after these three pygmy goats partly because I wanted milk and partly because I did not wish to repeat the experience with Annie. But these pygmy goats were real delight to live with. I fell in love with pygmy goats at the Puyallup Fair when I was a kid and if it weren’t for those goats way back then, I would have never started getting goats, then sheep, etc. So here’s to 13 years of goats in my life!
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