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I was 3 or 4 years old and while I down for my nap, our doe went into labor. She had twins, a boy and a girl. I was SO mad my didn't wake me up for the birth, I was so looking forward to it! I got to name the doeling and my brother named the buckling. Amy and JJ. Very cute little goats! So here I am ten years later having delivered my first baby goats myself and expecting lots more! It's nice looking back and seeing that even that 4, I was a dedicated goat owner!

What's your earliest (or first) goat memory?
 

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The first memory that really stands out to me is when I met Gypsy at the goat show. She was copper deficiant and shaved, so the combination looked a bit like a grey, wrinkled elephant. :laugh: We had to really convince the owner to let her go home that day as she wanted Gypsy to clear up first (she was a very responsible breeder), but we just wanted her home, and promised we'd give her the TLC she needed to get her beautiful coat back.
I remember holding her on a leash as I was waiting for my mom to pull up with the car. She looked up at me with those huge, expressive eyes that said, "I'm not exactly sure who you are, but I like you well enough." And I just got a good feeling about having goats.
 

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There was a huge dairy next door. I was always over there playing with the goats from about 4 yrs old. Never did actually learn anything except how wonderful they were & made better pals than humans. All my friends called me Nanny Goat.
Little did I know how great the influence till many decades later.
On the other hand they also had bunnies. I stuck my fingers in a cage & got bitten pretty good. Rabbits & I still dont get along unless it's stew. Once tried raising them but we just never had that spark. :p
 

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My first goat memory was some brush goats a friend of my dad had. They were thin, dirty, made weird noises and smelled terrible. They were eating some plastic wrap off something and I decided they were nasty animals that really did eat everything. I don't remember how old I was. The time that changed my mind was when I was eleven. I went to go help my dad put up some buildings for my aunts just starting up goat dairy. I got to play with the goats and feed bottle kids and I realized they were not what I first thought of them as. Well lookie here now seven years later I have four and they are one of my favorite animals.
 

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This is a good thread, I was thinking of starting one like it. So here goes. My first goat memory was from a goat that I babysat for 33 years ago. I knew nothing about goats, in fact I was a city girl that had just moved to the bush. Some new found friends ask me to watch their milk goat for a few days. When I look back on the picture of that goat, it was the scrawniest, scruffiest looking goat but it forged a life long love for them. It was an only goat, not knowing that goats needed friends and neither did my friends, I guess. I kept it tied with a rope, not knowing any better cause it would not have gone anywhere anyway.....duh...... I don't remember her name but she was a sweet little goat and I will always remember as my first experience with goats.
 

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My first memory with goats was right after i got Dolly and Oreo it was 2 yrs ago. We had a huge snow storm, first one in yrs and have not had a winter like it since. We got like 14 to 18 inches of snow. I went out and made trails out of the barn so they could get out of the barn.
This pic was taken after the snow started to melt
 

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I've got memories of my parents telling me about their pet nubian Penny, but my first physical memory was my first day on my friend's farm and having to pull one out of a 3 foot post hole. A few months later I bought my first doe from them.
 

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When I was a child, my uncle got a pair of pygmy goats, and he brought them to our house to let us meet them. Gus, the buckling, made a game of trying to go around the entire room (yes, they were inside) without touching the floor, until we were all laughing hysterically. He was bouncing from sofa to chair to table for all he was worth. Tiffany, the doeling, settled down in my lap for a nap. They were, of course, utterly enchanting. That was pretty much it for me. I've wanted goats ever since.
 
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