New Pygmy Goats

My sister Lisa and her husband Woody have a 22 acre farm which is about 15 minutes from my house. They raise pygmy goats, which are the only animals on their farm.

My daughter Karen and I thought my grandson Merrick would be thrilled to go see the new babies. They were born on Easter...4 days ago.

We were wrong. The little man wanted nothing to do with them. He wouldn't hold them...he wouldn't pet them...he wouldn't even look at them.

But...he was ready to "ride" the tractor, throw sand into the pond, climb on the rocks, and run...run...run. Tireless.

The baby goats are soooo cute. Makes you want to take them home, and see if you could make a dog out of them. Teach 'em to fetch your mail and newspaper. Let 'em sit in your lap, and lap you in the face. Put 'em in the neighbors pool in a little goat boat. Have 'em eat your lawn, so you'd never have to mow. So many possibilities.

I warned Merrick that if he didn't co-operate with the goats that he wasn't making the blip. He must of thought I was bluffing. "Who do I look like...Billy Goat Bluff?" So...pictures of Merrick, my sister, my daughter, and a few more of the babies are on my FLICKR PAGE.

Since the goats were born on Easter, and they're both boys...I'm naming them after 2 of the apostles. James and John...the JJ boys.