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Size of a Goat

I had a question on my previous post asking how big a pygmy goat is. They should weigh around 35-60 pounds. Our little chubby goat weighs more in the summertime when he's chowing down on our grass (we don't have to mow the lawn). His belly always look pregnant and he'll eat almost anything. One of his favorites is dog treats and also plants that we don't want him to eat. And he happens to love dressing up for our Halloween parties. The only problem is that when people try to take pictures with him, he tries to eat their costumes.

Hope that answered your question! (This blog is turning to crap when I start talking about pygmy goats)

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  1. How awesome that you don't have to mow! Pygmy goats...who knew? So, what's the backstory on Charlie?

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  2. Thank you so much for answering my question!! I smiled when I saw the title of this post! I want a pygmy goat now.

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  3. Hey girl. So your from OK also. How fun. I will become one of your followers so I can keep up with your baby journey. I follow 1 other girl from Ok. Its fun to meet people who don't live too far away.
    Best of luck throughout your journey. I'll be keeping up with your blog.

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