"Some people just get their panties in a wad over unimportant stuff.
Let the kid have his goats. Geezh.
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Yep. A friend of mine had goats...on a farm...but several of them. She milked them and made cheese...made a nice living from it, too.
She had this one nanny goat that was an absolute pet. Followed you around, sniffing for a treat. My friend had house-trained her and she used to come in the house and curl up in front of the fireplace in the winter time. When she needed to go out, she'd go to the back door and paw at it a little.
Both the goat-keeper and the goat liked me, too, which was a good thing, since I spend many a night there in my 20s.
My wife has had this weird thing about goats since we visited a friend's house in the country a few years ago.
They had some goats and she thought they were the coolest things she ever saw. She decided she wants a couple.
We can't really get one now because we have a Boxer who is friendly to the point of psychosis and would probably drive the poor goat to suicide goading it to play all the time.