Dasher was Aaron's first kid out of his big doe. We showed him as a baby a couple of times, but we were in no position to own a buck at that time, so he was wethered and started his 4-H packgoat training. He was one big boy and when at the fairs, he was the "greeter" for the goat barns, standing on his hind legs and greeting all who would stop to visit with him. He loved getting out and going. We left him home this year when we went to state fair. The day before we were to come home, he got out of his pen and wandered the yard all afternoon and must of either overeaten or got into something that didn't agree with him. The next afternoon, I found him under his favorite tree - apparently he died in his sleep. We sure do miss the goofy old guy! He would run and buck and play like a days old kid and had his own herd of does that he liked to boss around. Take good care of Chi-Chi Dasher and don't be too bossy - ya hear?
