Do you own a goat?
 

Really, ungulates are all the rage these days.

The Mama Llama

:ivy:

talk to Griff , he be the Goat Man !!

I have no goats, but I know a man who has goatse on his computer.

When I was in High School my step-dad bought three goats, a ram and two pregnant does.

The morning the 1st doe kidded twins (buck and a doe), the ram died. The 2nd doe kidded twin does. WELL. That little buck bred the other doe, her daughters, his sister and his mother! There was NO way I could keep them contained and seperated, they climbed all over the hay stack, roamed all over the fields and the last straw was when they climbed Papa's truck and left little goat evidence (poops) on the hood.
We sold the goats and I have never wanted another one.

i have goats in my pants

Well, don't let them get thirsty; because,

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I just smell like a goat, but I like to eat goat.

We've got a pair of nannys and if the billy did his job trouble is on the way.

I helped raise minis on our ranch, glad I did, cute, fun, affectionate, would not own one.

miniature goats?

gah!

Mine are "real" full sizegoats boer sanaan nubian mutts. They are much bigger now but Pete has gotten lazy on the homepage. The minis are cute but really, how many people can you invite to that bbq?;)

mmmmmm . . .

cabrito!

Why, would somebody be jealous, Griff?:rolleyes: :p

Quiet you! ;)

Cooking your own cabrito can be real simple--if you want to dig a hole in your backyard, as purists insist. All you need is a three-foot-deep pit with a mesquite or oak fire raging in it. Wrap a skinned cabrito in a gunnysack bound with wire and set the meat in the pit. Cover it with dirt to seal in the heat and let it cook all day. The cabrito will be smoke-seasoned and tender by nightfall. Apartment-dwellers might want to opt for the kitchen method of cooking cabrito: place half a cabrito in a roasting pan with salt, pepper, and two or three onions and baste with hot lard or shortening. Cook for an hour and 45 minutes in a 375-degree oven, turning every twenty minutes or so. Sure beats having to dig up the back yard.

I'm not sure how I'm gonna sneak this past the ladies but yum!

No, but I was once proselytized by The Capriculturists for Christ at a county fair.