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When I was a kid my dad brought home a goat named Mildred, so we'd know what it was like to have to milk a goat every day. That stupid asshole would either stomp into the bucket or shit in it almost every time. I hated milking a goat and I hated THAT goat.
I had a handful over the years on our farm. They'd break out and climb up on the deck and shit on it...or we'd have a visitor and look out and a billy had broken out and would be standing on top of someone's car. I used them to eat grass and weeds around my sheds, pond and an island on my pond. The dumbasses would wrap themselves in something and do a swan dive into the pond. I got the electric mesh fence and would move that around for them, and it never failed one would stick horns into the mesh and then gator roll into a goat taco that was getting shocked.....
It didn't take long for the new to wear off of our goat project.
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