It’s always fun any time Leroy goes to town
My wife and I raise Boer show goats. Several years ago, after we bought a goat for our daughter at the sale barn, we came in last at the county show, but it was fun.
So, the next year, we bought two goats from a farm for the outrageous price of $300 apiece. I also bought one at the sale barn. My daughter made her first premium sale with the one I bought.
So, we kept those three goats, decided to buy a registered Boer buck and raise our own show goats. Our first buck cost $500. I played with him when he was little, and he became really mean once he got bigger.
Being that we raised more show goats than we needed, we started selling them. We’ve been in the show goat breeding business more than a decade now. We’ve sold goats all over the United States.
My cousin lives in Arkansas, and a year or so ago, she bought a wether goat from us. They named him Leroy.
Leroy made the show circuit in Arkansas, winning all sorts of ribbons and prizes. He became a member of their family, much like a family dog.
My cousin lives down a dead-end road on the edge of town. The nursing home is in front of her house a few hundred yards away.
Leroy has figured out, if he goes to the nursing home during the day while everyone is at work or school, he can get fed treats.
The nursing home residents have gotten accustomed to Leroy and, for a while, it was entertaining.
However, Leroy has kind of overstepped his bounds. He’s been following the nursing home residents inside the building, begging for treats. It’s gotten so bad he’s been banned from the nursing home.
So, after Leroy was banned from the nursing home, he started going across the street to the mechanic shop. They didn’t mind him hanging around the shop until he got up on a customer’s car one day. It didn’t take long, and Leroy was banned from the mechanic shop, as well.
These days, Leroy is spending his time chained to a doghouse, just like some of the other family dogs.
Leroy’s walks to town are on hold, for now. He still likes treats though, every now-and-then he manages to escape and go mooch on some candy.
EDITOR’S NOTE: James Lockhart lives near the Kiamichi Mountains in southeast Oklahoma. He writes cowboy stories and fools with cows and horses.