So I'll simply say that I want some. I mean, not really of course, but in the teenage-girl-who-wants-a-pony-sense (no offense, teenage gals). But still, a few little billies hoofing around the back yard, munching on Grammy's azaleas while bleating contentedly would be quite enchanting, I think. Yibble.
They will eat...
anything...
The right spot.
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The top one's face looks like my Boots. Boots. My precious goat who died of lung cancer....I suspect she was smoking behind the barn. Sinister.
I don't know what to make of the biblical tie between goats and pagans. I love goats.
Aww... That's one happy goat...
--Dan-o