About the pigmy goat

[Bert]

Ok "Sue",
tell us your story

[dabar39]

Nick, please enlighten us on some of these stories, they gotta be good by the sounds of it.Maybe later on we can compare notes as to who had the best story growing up. Dave

[Bert]

THAT'LL BE A FUN THREAD!!! I'll start!!

One day...at band camp....

[Winger Ed.]

The wife & I had a pet pigmy goat for awhile.
That was the most cool pet I ever had.
We got it real young, and with just one- it didn't know it was a goat.
It identified with the dogs.
They'd try to play together:
The goat wouldn't let the dogs chew on it the way they played,,
and the dogs never did appreciate that 'head butt business'.

They love tobacco products-
It'd dance on it's back legs for a ciggarette- then eat it, filter & all.
She loved paper:
It ate all the paper labels off the paint cans in the garage,
and a phone book- one page at a time.
One time I was reading a car repair manuel,
the goat sneaked up on me and snatched a page out of the book and hauled a##--- chewing as fast as she could.

It'd hound you to death when it smelled a peppermint or cinnamon fire Jolly Rancher in your pocket. The critter loved them, and ate 'em- wrapper and all.

It'd eat all day long.
But not that cheap hay, it was Alfalfa or nothing.
You'd go outside, and if her hay box weas empty-
she'd go to it and stare at ya.

The bushes in the back yard looked like they'd been trimmed with a lazer beam. She ate every leaf or sprig she could stretch up and reach.

We finally got busted by the city, and traded her off to a friend in the country.
Now, she's the most cool pet they ever had and thier little kids play with it all day long.
In trade, we got otis--- a slightly retarded basset hound.
He's OK, but that goat was the best.

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