Life is good.
* Peter passed on to that big Pasture In the Sky
on January 16, 2003
at the ripe old age of 14.
Rest in peace, Petey, I'll miss you, you old sweetheart.
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| JOHN DEERE ("J.D.") - I'm the favorite - Mom loves me best of all. She thinks I am the smartest, handsomest, sweetest guy in the the whole world (except for her husband & son). Another family rescued me from an auction, but they didn't know much about goats. I ran away & Mom found me; she contacted the other family & they said Mom could keep me. I'm glad, because now I'm spoiled rotten! I have long, snow-white fur with black markings, & 17" horns that Mom thinks are really neat. We have a special bond, & I like to spend as much time with her as I can. She can almost put me in a trance by giving me a good brushing. I'm special! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Decker (Baby Decker - "B.D.", "Sweetie Bee-Dee") - Mom loves me best of all. OK, so she has two (or more) favorites! Here I am, looking for a smooch. J.D. is my goat-dad & Simplicity is my goat-mom. My twin sister, Black, & I are the only babies born here (so far). We are jumpers too; I can jump in & out of the hay stall - nobody else can do that! We were born during a bitter cold winter, but we're tough and we thrived. My fur changes colors - I'm snow white in winter & I get brown freckles in summer. Mom loves me 'specially because of being born here, but also because I have the most personality. I also go into a trance when she scratches my withers... Aaaaahhhhh, goatie heaven! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| My name is Yardman Pete. I was born in 1989, and that makes me the oldest goat here. I came here at age 13 to live out my retirement years - I was in a petting zoo for awhile, but getting up in age - well, I needed a place to rest these weary bones. I never had pasture grass before - my pen only had sand in it, so I haven't quite figured out what to do with all this green stuff...it tastes odd to me. I was used to people feeding me all kinds of other treats and stuff, so I was very overweight when I came here too. In fact they used to call me "Ancient Watermelon Pete," because I looked like I swallowed a watermelon. Mom didn't think that was very dignified, so she changed my name. Now I'm getting used to the rest of the herd; they've pretty much accepted me, and I'm comfortable here. I have my own little stall to go into when it's nasty outside. I get personal attention from Mom. And I STILL get treats, but only once in a while! Life is good. * Peter passed on to that big Pasture In the Sky on January 16, 2003 at the ripe old age of 14. Rest in peace, Petey, I'll miss you, you old sweetheart. |
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