Let's see....took a brand new Togg kid to a 4-H meeting with us in a plastic tote. Her momma had died in childbirth and she was a weak kid, so we were feeding her tiny bits every few minutes. Lots of times with goats in the back of the pickup in the canopy with people staring and pointing. Took goat kids to show and tell for youngest dd's kindergarten.
Weekend before last, we made a cross-state trip to help move my dsis and bil. The trcuk bed and back of the horse trailer were loaded with their possessions, but the tack room area was reserved for our milker! She rode like a champ, enjoyed the overnight in their new field, and rode back home with us the next day - and still gave a gallon of milk a day on the road.
Oh, and at home, we milk that same goat in the kitchen. She is housebroken - stops to pee and poo before she comes in the house each time!
Probably one of my favorite memories was when we brought home a mature LaMancha buck in full, stinky, urine soaked rut (white goat - turned yellow) in the semi-open horse trailer...stopped for gas at Costco and the attendant was trying to look in the side of the trailer to see the "horse", only to have Bob pop right up in his face and yell, "Blahtt!" Poor guy jumped a mile, lol! After he recovered from heart failure, he called all the other attendants over to see their reactions. Finally, as dd and I were half-dying with laughter (we'd watched the whole thing in the side mirror), he came up to the window to ask, "What IS that thing?" Can't blame him, I guess...a goat with no ears and bulging eyes, full beard, reeking to high heavens...at least he knew it "weren't no horse!", as he put it. City boy...
