Hail the Queen
Petunia's mom was Lilly, who was also Finn's mom. Lilly was a colorful polled Alpine/grade Saanen cross who was very sweet with people but had a deep mean streak toward our livestock guardian dog and the other goats. Luckily neither Petunia nor Finn inherited their mother's aggression issues.
You know, the way I see it a bit of aggression is good. It can signify personality. Too little aggression is the personality of a sheep, and sheep are famous for lack of individual personality.
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Well, when aggression crosses the line into outright sadistic meanness, it's too much. Petunia was not aggressive, but she was in charge. No one pushed her around and she made sure everybody got a place at the feeder. She especially looked out for babies and made sure the yearlings didn't pick on them. Lilly, on the other hand, was aggressive to the point where I worried she would attack other goats' babies or keep them from food and shelter. She had a nasty habit of trying to drive the dog and the other goats into the electric fence. I'm convinced Nubbin lost her first pregnancy because Lilly rammed her. Cuzco could have done it as well because Nubbin loved to hang out near him for some reason and he could suddenly turn cranky. But I rarely saw Cuzco slam other goats hard the way Lilly did. She was sneaky and dirty about it and would corner other goats, overrun them (she was by far the fastest goat in our herd), or slam them without warning. Cuzco usually warned other goats to move before hitting them, and he almost always pulled his punches. Lilly, on the other hand, followed through on every blow. I once watched Lilly run across the pen to slam a goat that was minding its own business 30 feet away from her. She would also chase after our lovely guard dog, Daisy, trample her, and pull her hair out. Lilly would then prance about the yard with the ball of hair in her mouth, waving it around like a trophy. Lilly's unprovoked aggression was one major reason we decided to cull her. As pretty, and funny, and athletic as she was, that kind of attitude was far too dangerous to the other goats. It was a pity because Lilly made beautiful babies and was an excellent mother. But boy was she a terror!
Sorry for your loss guys - it's so hard to lose them. I'm thankful you were there with her though as I feel it's a comfort to them with you being there.
Well I'm glad Lilly made Petunia. I remember the stories from back then. Character is everything when it comes to having some peace and fun in the barn yard, never mind safety. My 1st goat was almost 2 when I got him. He could be snotty and I had to learn to put the hammer down very quickly. He was beautiful, hardworking, and loyal with a challenging bossy take charge streak occasionally. Probably not the wisest choice for a 1st goat. Thank goodness for the guidance of Rex Summerfield at Northwest Packgoats. He taught me the theory of tough love and take 'em by surprise. As fast as he came up I'd flip him and used a fog horn if raise his eye brow. Ended being a great goat that taught me a lot about how to think like a goat.

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