Available in 7 goat styles – Boer , Nubian, Pygmy, Pygora, LaMancha, & Nigerian Dwarf Our most recent addition :
Make America GOAT Again Golden Guernsey Goat
Painting of a Golden Guernsey dairy Goat with a red hat on that says Make America Goat Again – in white lettering – in front of a red white and blue abstract grunge USA flag ..
Are you looking for the perfect gift for the goat lover in your life? These goat gifts for goat lovers are sure to make any goat enthusiast very happy! How GetYerGoat ™ was born. I have an undying love for my goats. Being a goat owner for 30+ years I know the passion behind owning and loving goats and I know how hard it can be to find quality goat t-shirts and merchandise with goats on them. I know others are very passionate their goats and are so excited to see a wide variety of goat designed merchandise available for gift giving. I started years ago by making my own designs and taking them to t-shirt shops to make decals to place on my shirts but the quality just wasn’t there- – in early 2005 I discovered a print on demand online source where I was able to design my own tees and also have a shop for others to be able to purchase them. My Goat designs are created with my own goats in mind- either from watching them in the goat yard or digital artwork from photos I have taken of them. Enjoy! Have a Question? Need help? You can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org Please feel free to follow me on FACEBOOK TOO https://www.facebook.com/GetYerGoat
If at the end of the day, you smell like a goat.. you know .. it’s been a good day. We offer a few products with this creed – and original portrait paintings of three goats – a saanen, a nubian, and a pygmy. The goats are peeking out from the old wood barn ..
Need a fun gift for your goat loving family member or friend? Grab a goat mug from our shop, fill it with specialty teas or candy, wrap in cellophane with a big bow and there you have a great gift they will cherish forever !
I helped a friend in need move her and her goats from AZ to MO in 2000 – she & her 50+ goats came to stay at my farm for awhile – on the evening of June 14th 2000, she came into the kitchen with what appeared to be a dead newborn baby – I was at the stove cooking dinner – she dropped him at my feet and said he was dead.. (seriously not a cool move on her part). He had been born in the pasture and his mom walked away not tending to him – I saw a slight movement, turned off the stove and immediately grabbed up this baby, there was still a bit of life in him but he was chilled (a newborn problem when a baby goat doesn’t not get nutrition in them directly after being born no matter what the outside temperature is) – My son’s girlfriend and I got to work on him with a hair dryer to warm him up and got some sugar into his system to bring his blood sugar up.. we worked for over 2 hours and yes we got this tiny guy back on his feet – He was Now MY baby goat – We named him Sebastian meaning “heroic in virtue”. That was 20 years ago today. Sebastian has most definitely slowed down and has lost most of his teeth but today is his 20th Birthday and we WILL have a birthday party when it cools down this evening – Photos following:
Happy Birthday Sebastian!
ALSO Please enjoy photos of some of his past birthday Parties!
I wish I had photos of all his parties – BUT this is what I have
Sebastian’s 16th Birthday:
Sebastian’s 17th Birthday Party
Sebastian’s 18th Birthday:
We are Heartbroken We Say Goodbye
to our Beautiful Sebastian on Sept 30 2020
My words on my Facebook page says it all:
With a very heavy heart – we lost a huge part of our lives for the last 20 years – Sebastian was always in the middle of everything we did outside – bag of charcoal for the BBQ? yep .. chainsaw laying there between cuts yep.. building materials while building anything? right there checking it out.. he was sweet and big.. as a baby he was literally dropped at my feet while cooking at the stove. My friend’s angora doe had him in my field.. she came in while I was cooking dinner and plopped him down telling me he was dead and walked away.. (yeah she was an ass) – I turned the stove off and my son’s girlfriend and I worked on him for 3 hours.. hair-dryer and molasses.. hot coffee.. and prayers.. he pulled through like a champ.. Bless his heart.. he got the nickname BitchyBritches because of all the bottle babies that year he was the loudest one making sure we didn’t forget his bottle.. LOL – he had a personality bigger than Texas. He loved attention even as an adult.. his tiny little voice as a baby grew into a bellow that was distinctly his own – Sebastian loved to be petted and kissed – he was the first one to come up to you while you were outside doing just about anything.. leaning his forehead on your leg wanting pets and loves.. he loved his cookies, and to be whispered to.. he was sweet, not an aggressive bone in his body.. the only thing he ever hated was cold weather.. Yesterday was the first warm day in a week.. cool air but 95degrees – fall had a chill in the air, but yesterday he lay in the sunshine.. just soaking it all in.. having a very hard time getting up.. I knew.. it would not be fair to him to make him wait even another day.. and certainly not fair to have him deal with more cold weather. I got a couple cookies for him.. and gave him a shot – he was ready to go.. we stayed with him for the next 30 minutes while he quietly drifted over Rainbow’s Bridge where many of his best friends waited for him.. Thank you sweet Sebastian for 20 years of pure joy.. mommy is going to miss
you.. the front yard will never be the same.
My son dug his grave (big boys need big graves – and we don’t have a tractor so they are All hand dug ) next to Mijo’s .. if you remember, Mijo was Sebastian’s best friend and BabyGirl’s second kid – Sebastian slept on Mijo’s grave for weeks after he died in May 2016.. it was MORE than pitiful ..
so now they are together once again .. I miss him.. he was the first thing I looked for every morning when I got up.. to make sure he was OK.. and now I know.. he is with God and his friends and he is more than OK .. I will Always love you BitchyBritches.. you were really a fart.. with a huge huge heart..
We have a few versions of this adorable watercolor goat trio – Three cute goats in watercolor – one with bubblegum, one with a headscarf and one with flowers on her head – Wear them, put them in your bathroom, keep warm with a cozy blanket throw, or drink your favorite hot beverage with them.
We offer –
“The Answer is More Goats, the Answer is Always More Goats”
“The Answer is More Goats, Who Cares what the Question is” and simply
“OH! Do I love Goats!” with a place for your herd or farm name SHOP NOW
A sample of our funny goat lover’s shirts with funny sayings on them. We have many more goat shirts in our shop but these are the current favorites with our customers. We have over 900 shirt designs from which to choose. 🙂 SHOP NOW
This is one of my favorite stories, written by Eunice Day of Washington, ME
I cry each time I read this… This is a Must Read tear jerker of a story of an Old goat- and while I cannot print this on any products, I’m sure that you would be able to print a copy off for personal use to perhaps place inside your Christmas cards.A long time favorite heartwarming Goat Story for all of us to cry over. It circulates through the goat community each Holiday Season- so I share it with you this Holiday Season. Enjoy….Oh and grab a tissue or two. The Gift of the “Old One”
The young couple had made their usual hurried, pre-Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of goats. The farm had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine which topped the hill behind the farm, and through the years had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside.The old folks no longer showed their goats, for the years had taken their toll, but they sold a little milk, and a few kids each year, and the goats were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day’s end.Crossly, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks. “Why do you not at least dispose of “The Old One”. She is no longer of use to you. It’s been years since you’ve had either kids or milk from her. You should cut corners and save where you can. Why do you keep her, anyway?” The old man looked down at his worn boot, scuffed at the barn floor, and his arm stole defensively about the Old One’s neck as he drew her to him and rubbed her gently behind the ears. He replied softly, “We keep her because of love. Only because of love.”Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole through the valley.
So it was, that because of the leave-taking, no one noticed the insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the first spark at all. None but the “Old One”. In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save his beloved goats. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire’s fury.By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife. They thanked those who had come to their aid, and the old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his shoulders as he clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, “We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us, therefore, climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared.”
And so, he took her by the hand and helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his hand. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they looked up and gasped in amazement at the incredible beauty before them. Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on it’s top most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this.Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder, and incredible joy as he pulled his wife forward. There, beneath the tree, was their Christmas gift. Bedded down about the “Old One”, close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd, safe. At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the goats through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping daintily through the snow. The kids were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The milkers pressed uneasily against the “Old One” as she moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now, she lay among them and gazed at the faces of those she loved. Her body was brittle with years, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift – because of love.
Only because of love.
I created my graphic version of Gift of the Old One and have it available as Goat Christmas Cards, Ornaments and other goat merchandise for gift giving- as the poem itself is not my own. But you can tuck a copy of the story inside your Christmas Cards to share with friends and loved ones.