I'll never forget the first time mom met our little pigmy goat "Bucky". She invited the love of my life (now my hubby), to Thanksgiving at her home on Lyndale. She welcomed that cute little guy with open arms and let him roam the backyard while we ate. Well, Bucky had a habit of jumping on the hoods of cars! Mom's caddy was in the backyard, and of course Bucky jumped right on top to look around. The neighbor next door came out to see, (thought he was seeing things), and to tell mom and Leo that their holidays (Christmas just around the corner)' were getting "more realistic every year" . Ha, he thought Bucky was part of the decor. Mom laughed so hard, loved telling that story.