I would bet anything that once Nomad figures out the dog isn't going to hurt him, he will start chasing the dog. That's what he did with my boxer. Dancer and City Goat will never play with the dog, probably.
I cannot thank you enough. It is painful having to give up my babies and I am grateful that they went to a home where they will be cared for.
BTW- Nomad loves to play with dogs.
I am so grateful to DianneS for caring about whether or not my goats will be too cold for the trip. clearly, they are going to a good home and I will be able to rest at night.
If it works out you are my Christmas Angel.
I was awake last night for hours worrying about what would happen to them if I don't find homes before I move on January 16th. I don't want to put them in a shelter.
Sadly, I am losing my home. I am leaving the country and moving to the city. I have found homes for three of my goats and still have three that need a home.
I have Nomad, a three year old pygmy wethers.
Dancer, a 5 year old nanny who has produced some beautiful babies and is a good mom.
City...
What happened is that he got into a fight with the goat in the reflection on the stainless steel panels on my neighbor's race car trailer. It can't be fixed so it must be replaced. He is getting an estimate and he will let me know. I wonder if my homeowner's insurance will cover it? He seems to...
Now I have animal control after me.
I have as yet been unable to devise a pen that will keep him in. I think I have to put him on Craigslist.
I have had him since he was born- I watched his mom die of polio and vowed I would never get rid of her babies.
I am heartbroken.
they went to a woman who just retired and bought a little farm and wants sheep, goats, and chickens as pets. She promised that if for any reason she had to get rid of them she would bring them back to me.
I just sold two baby goats. The moms are out there crying; as is the baby I didn't sell. I feel like a schmuck; but I can't keep every goat I breed. The whole point is to recoup enough to pay for feed for the ones I have left. Why do I feel so guilty? I almost want to go get them back.
I was sitting on my couch minding my business when my bratty pygmy wethers pushed the door open and strolled in. He was followed by three babies and two nannies. They just wandered around like they owned the place. My dog sat on the couch just watching them. It was too funny to shoo them out...