Then there was Orphan.
One day we got a call from the Vernon Police Department asking if we were missing a goat. This happened regularly; they would go right over the chain link and through the hot wire at the top. But that particular day, everyone was accounted for.
"Well", the dispatcher said, "There's a goat tied to a stop sign downtown and if it's not yours, whose is it? Will you take it until we find its owner?"
Of course we would. Not long after the conversation, a trailer pulled up and out walked Orphan. He was not a Pygmy, not at all. He was a Nubian! He was adorable. He was much bigger than our goats. He had long ears like an Afghan Hound or a Lop rabbit. He was very tame, like a big dog. It was love at first sight. He immediately fit into our family.
He was so docile that he and Jim marched in the Santa Rosa Roundup parade that year. They were a float! Jim was dressed up like Buffalo Bill (of course) with chaps and a big floppy cowboy hat, leading Orphan. When everyone lining the street saw Orphan, they threw him all kinds of candy and other things, which he loved. But then Orphan spotted something he didn't like. He got away from Jim and started to chase this person down the street. It just happened to be the publisher of the local newspaper. He chased him for almost an entire block. I never laughed so hard in my life.