1985

Muffin was our first bottle baby, due to almost freezing to death.
As I look back she was a goat breeders nightmare. Pigeon-toed, cow-hocked, and a pendulous udder that she ripped a teat open on. But she was our baby, she loved riding in cars, rocking chairs and having her babies in my lap. She was also our porch goat. We miss her terribly.