I had goats a few years ago, but they got so big we decided it would be better for them to live on a large farm. I missed them so much, so decided to look for a couple of Pygmy Goats. In May of 2001 I went to a goat show. In one of the stalls was the smallest white goat I'd ever seen. Not any bigger than a small cat, I asked why it was alone, and was told that his mother had died, as well as his siblings. He was two days old, and his owner had left the show to go buy a bottle and some milk. I asked if maybe the owner would let me buy him and the lady said 'Oh, no, that's Patrick's baby, he'd never let him go.' When Patrick got back, he said he wouldn't sell him, but I could feed him. Oh, wow! I loved it, because I'd never seen such a tiny thing. I asked again about buying him, but it was out of the question so I left that day quiet sad, but told "Precious" (that's what Patrick named him) that I'd be back tomorrow.

The next day I was allowed to give Precious another bottle, and then Patrick told me that I could purchase him, because I looked like I would take good care of his Precious! Of course he would need a friend, so we went to another stall and picked out a cute brown and white guy to go home with us.

    

Bob developed a UTI and we rushed to the U of GA vet school in the middle of the night. He was making strange noises, and hiding. They kept him overnight and he has been fine since.