I also had a little goat. His name was goaty-goat and he would come running whenever he heard my voice or my car. He loved playfully pushing his head against my leg or my hand... sadly he decided my wife's roses were lunch one day so he ended up at the auction. I got $150 for him and he got turned into bar-b-que I'm sure.
Goaty-goat!! I love it; too bad he had to mess up:)
In Mexico, stewed goat is called ‘chivo’ and it is delicious.