We went to a Nigerian Dwarf Goat farm today. It was my first contact with the breed. I found myself in the barn, in a pen full of yearlings, the largest about the size of a Cocker Spaniel. They instantly surrounded and jumped up on me like overly-friendly dogs, and nibbled my coat. They tilted up their little smiling faces with the weird horizontal goat pupils and looked into my eyes, and I predictably melted. I wanted to lie down on the hay and go to sleep in the midst of that affectionate crowd.
We also got a taste of Nigerian goat milk. I thought Nubians gave high-butterfat, sweet and delicious milk, but this was unbelievably rich–like drinking vanilla ice cream.
When we got home the dogs sniffed me all over, and looked wistful.