Pet's Story or Bio
This is Ivy, my Nubian Goat, when she was just about ready to graduate from her playpen, located in my kitchen, to the outside world… her big yard and barn and brother Buster, my African Pygmy Goat.

After Boomer, my other Pygmy Goat, sadly passed away last year, I needed to get a friend for Buster. I fell in love with little Ivy, amongst all of the other goats because she was shunned by her mother, who would not nurse her and she was not being properly bottle fed or cared for by the owners… and she looked like Bambi. They hesitated selling her to me, which come to find out was, because she wasn’t healthy and they had not expected her to live. I pleaded with them to let me take her and care for her and the finally agreed, with no guarantee of her living. She was just a tiny little thing and needed special care, so with that I got her home and set up a baby’s playpen in my kitchen which would turn out to be her home for the first four long months.

I tried everything from bottle feeding, which she didn’t take to very well, to baby food, warm milk, sugar water, warm water and honey, oatmeal, Cheerios, raisins, fresh fruit, goat meal and her favorite, blue Gator Aid. ( I had begun to think that Ivy would never drink plain water after that, but thankfully I was wrong.

After I got her home she became even weaker, to the point that she couldn’t even stand or lift her head up. She needed 24 hour intensive care, so I wrapped her in blankets and held her, and used heating pads, and syringe feeding and a lot of love and pep talks throughout the nite and the
next 48 hours. I spent the next few nights sleeping on a chair next to her so I could be close to listen for her hampered breathing and check on her every hour.

It didn’t look like she was going to make it til the morning of the third day when she finally lifted her head. I had walked out of the room and I heard a little, what sounded like “maamaa” coming from the kitchen. It was my baby Ivy calling out to me. I was so happy that I started to cry and have been ever since, because I raised the most spoiled, now huge, healthy goat who thinks she’s a dog.

All kidding aside, I love my baby, as spoiled and bratty as she is, she is just as hilarious and sweet! She now resides in the barn and the large barnyard with my little Buster Boy.💜