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We were contacted by a gentleman who wanted to sell us some running bred quarter horses, so we loaded the boys up in the old beater and headed out to check out the stock. Not only did this guy have horses to sell - he had a baby pygmy goat. Those two boys zeroed in on the little guy and the next thing we knew they were asking our host how much money he had to have for the goat. This guy was horse trader deluxe, or maybe a used car dealer on the side. He carefully extracted the amount they had to spend, and gee whiz - that goat cost just that much.

So, we loaded the goat, named Frisky, into the back seat of the car and hauled him home. He was put in a stall at the track, and the boys and their two friends started "training" him. They made him a halter out of some baling twine and broke him to lead. They asked for an old saddle cloth and an ace bandage and created a racing saddle for him. They wrapped his legs, groomed him, and were very proud of their accomplishments.

Then the day came when they took him to the paddock to teach him how to stand to be saddled for a race. They had all four legs wrapped, and managed to get his "saddle" on him before he started jumping around and got loose. That was when we got the page over the loud speaker system - would we please come to the racing office immediately!!!

Now, the ladies in the racing office were okay, but they wore dresses and heels to work, had their hair and nails done, and didn't get dirty. When we got to the racing office, there were the four boys trying to catch Frisky. Frisky was standing in the middle of the racing secretary's desk chewing on an entry form with a bunch of screaming women around him.

The goat was captured and returned to his stall. The boys were properly reprimanded (although it was hard to keep a straight face), and they had to help pick up the mess. The trainers re-entered their horses, and most of them didn't even try to keep a straight face.

And here I thought snakes and mice were trouble!