Betty was a silly sweet goat. When we bought our house, we asked for Toby, the resident whether and a friend for him. They gave us Betty, (number 85 to the sellers of the house) to be Toby's companion. I loved whenever we let them out to eat weeds and explore because she loved to let loose and run up and down the driveway, sometimes she even got Toby to play with her. One time she even climbed into the back of our SUV to get hay crumbs, another time she climbed into the chicken coop to eat their food. She was always making us laugh and was happy goat. Then we lost Toby in July, and she wasn't the same after that. Her health started to decline until her back legs stopped working and we had to say goodbye to her. I like to think that she and Toby are up there running around together looking for mischief to be had.