Some of you may know that Bill and I had two goats, and we called them The Goatboys. We originally "borrowed" them from a neighbor to eat the fast-growing weeds on our 3/4 acre property.
To make a long story short, they never left. They ate weeds, yes, but they also became very spoiled and waited to be fed vegetable scraps every evening.
They were like our dogs - they would run over when we called (thinking we had food, of course). They played and butted each other, even though one was small and one was large.
Billy was the large goat, as big as a pony. Little kids could have ridden him. He was really thin when we got him (he had been abandoned and our neighbor had taken him in), but he quickly gained weight and ended up being well over 100 lbs. He always acted like he was starving, as though he was remembering his former life.
And he was strong! Too strong for me to control! I was a little worried once when the vet came to treat his infected eye, how we would keep him still enough for an injection. The vet, a slightly built man, tied him by his horns to a fence post and just like that, it was done. Amazing!
I actually had to give injections to both goats for various illnesses thru the years. I have always hated needles, so it was hard for me to do, but I got pretty good at it.
Scooter was the little goatboy. He acted like the little general, kind of ordering Billy around. And Billy was such a kind, gentle goat that he didn't complain. But when "danger" appeared in their field (a dog perhaps), Scooter would hide behind Billy. It was really funny.
On the downside, goats are very destructive. Bill had to fence off part of the property in order to plant a garden. Most of the trees we had in the field died because the goats ate the bark off the trees. But we came to love them, so we put up with it.
Billy died while we were in Italy in 2006, and we lost Scooter last December. Our poor housesitter had to find some guys to help him dig a BIG hole in order to bury Billy on our property. Scooter is there too.
I miss them both every day. They were great garbage disposals for veggies (goats are NOT meat eaters) - now all of the veggies just go in the garbage. They were so fun to watch running around the field, chasing each other and butting heads. Scooter had to get up on his hind legs to be tall enough to butt Billy.
People don't think about having goats as pets, but when you live in the country, anything can be a pet!
Billy Goatboy - 1992 - 5/20/06
Scooter Goatboy - 1992 - 12/6/08