This past spring I adopted a female Toggenburg from a not so ideal situation. I'll just say that goats should not live at biker bars. So I heard about this goat needing a home and I said "hey, if it's not a stinky male and it can live with the horses, bring it out." I knew nothing about this goat (or goats in general) other than it needed a home. My vet just happened to be scheduled for the horses spring checkup the next day. Come to find out, she was in milk and hadn't been milked for the 4 days prior to coming to me. I learned how to milk a goat from the internet. The vet did a culture to be safe. So I fell in love with this creature who has long shaggy hair, 1/2 her ears lost to frostbite and scary looking horns. She gets along with my 2 geldings although they are crotchety old farts (in her opinion) and don't want to play. I let her out to play daily during summer, with my dog (who is a saint and a whole different rescue story) and they chase each other all over the yard. Jumping and teasing and having fun. No need to tie her, she stayed right in the yard. Then...I stopped milking her when she was only giving me a tiny bit each day. I assumed it was best for the winter months, to give us both a break. Then I learned something... Goats...that are no longer milking...go into heat! Oh my goatness! What a brat! Here is this precious little girl locked up with the horses all day and I came home to find her blatting at the top of her lungs. Like she was having a nervous breakdown. The worst sound I have ever heard in my life. I said "Roxanne, did you miss me that much today?" as I almost started to cry with her, "do you want to come out and play with Bear (the dog)? So I let her out and instead of her playful routine, she took off out to the field where she had seen deer eating apples frequently. (She wasn't after the apples). Those whitetail look a lot like her. (They were long gone.) She came back after 15 minutes or so and I wrangled her back into the paddock. That's when I realized that she wasn't blatting because she missed me. Anyway..every freaking 3 weeks we go through the same thing. Any mom knows that hearing anything cry releases some sort of crazy hormone in her. A hormone that makes you go to any length to shut that kid up! I mean...comfort that baby. As I tried to pick the stalls tonight, she insisted that her cheek be touching my hand, the entire time. So I sat down in a stall and rubbed her cheeks and between her horns and inside her 1/2 ears... and she explained to me that she has certain needs and that she doesn't mean to be such a brat, but I'm just not listening to her. (sounds like a teenager). She has politely requested a companion. Now how in the world can I say no to that? So how do I go about finding a "service" for her? I would like to have milk again. And I guess she needs a female companion for long term. No stinky males though. I had no intention of having goats. What happened?