In Memory of ~
Molly joined our family when we were "between" Danes.  I had wished for a pygmy goat since childhood and Molly was my wish come true.  We adopted her from a farm when she was only 36 hours old.  She needed to be bottle fed every 2-3 hours at first so we kept her in a box near our bed at night and took her to work with us during the day.  She lived in the house with us until she was weaned at about 6 weeks old.  Born in Florida, she accompanied us when we moved to Massachusetts, Colorado and finally here to Virginia.  I used Molly's milk to wean our puppy Phoebe.  Molly passed quietly here on our farm from the effects of old age.
1990-2001
She was an adventurer...always into something!
We will remember her always with fondness.
Her first day at home, and a sign of her goaty stubbornness.  She refused to take to the nipple and she is standing me off as I offer her milk from a syringe.  A half dozen nipples later we finally found one she liked!
Frequent feedings prompted us to come up with creative ways to feed Molly her many meals.
. Molly accompanied us on a camping trip in Florida.
Molly loved to jump and play on her "cinder block mountain".  It was amazing to watch how high she would jump.
Here, Molly is enjoying some attention at a Renaissance Festival in Florida.  She always drew a crowd when we took her to public places.
Molly loved to get up on the sofa just to jump back off again.  Here she found some paperwork which looked good to eat.  It's true, goats LOVE to eat paper!
Here's Molly playing with her new friend Barney.
When we moved to Colorado, Molly had real rocks to climb on!
Molly with her friend Eli...

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