I’ve had Nubian, Pygmy, and Nigerian Dwarf goats. Especially loved the Pygmy and NIgerians, so amusing and full of personality. Nubians are sweet and clearly the model for JarJar Binks.
Before we leave this train of thought I must share an absolute favorite clip of Buttermilk the Nigerian Dwarf doing her thing. You’re welcome.
Just to clarify, my dwarf goats were just the Pygmy and Nigerian breeds. The Nubians are full sized, charming and silly but big.
One of my favorite breeds is also the weirdest looking of all of them, the La Manchas. People might get turned off by their looks but they are total dollbabies personality wise.
Now I’m going to Google them all. But I want Buttercup, oh my goodness!! When he does that little flip off another goat I laughed out loud.
We never had any usual pets, but my uncle always did. When I was little, he had a small monkey named Bonzo. Bonzo got loose and found some paint cans, and painted the neighbor’s car. Bonzo went to live at the zoo after that.
Those goats are funny! My brother absolutely adores them and has about 20 of them at his house. He sits with them and hangs out with the animals each night. Here’s me with two of them he brought to my parents’ house. Diapers because they were orphans who were being kept inside until old enough to be with the older ones.
What an adorable picture!! I haven’t been around goats much; only a little bit at the local zoo in the farm animal section. I have a friend that has a miniature donkey which is pretty darn cute.
@Ziacat that is too funny! I live in Vancouver Island but have never been to that market, and for ages didn’t even know about it. But, for years I kept seeing this funny “goat on roof” sticker on cars and pickups. It’s only recently that I discovered it’s from/about the Old Country Market in Coombes
Funny story I have to leave here my grandfather brought an old Billy goat home to try and take care of the sticker patches And every time my grandmother went out to the garden or to take the trash out he would but her. Finally she told my grandfather If that goat butted her again It would be the last time and he’d better get rid of it. Well apparently it slipped his mind Because a short time later He heard the screen door slam My grandmother’s Footsteps soundingLike a Clydesdale and she wore moccasinsStopping to the kitchen to the gun cabinetAnd back out the screen door. Chic chic. Kaboom! …There Gene! Now clean your rifle and that damn goat! Im making chile!