Goats are lovely creatures, I had one for some years, his name was pig. He was a friend's daughter's pet. when he drank his bottle, he would guts it down so she called him Pig. Eventually the little girl's parents broke up and Pig ended up at my place.I never had to mow my lawns or trim the trees as Pig was a eating and pooping machine. My neighbor Barry had a wife with MS and was in the latter stages of the disease. Not being very mobile. She would nag Barry no end. To escape the nagging. Barry would come out to the fence and bring Pig some toast with vegimite on it and talk to him for some period of time, Pig was a good listener.
