I had a goat for a while. I full size billy,named Bill of course.I got him to chew down some weeds along a fence that I couldn't mow.He ended up becoming a pet.He would answer when ya called him just like a puppy.
They are cool pets.It's nearly impossible to touch thier noses to the ground.We tried,but Bill had other ideas
Dad had one that would get out,and go to the resthome,and look in the windows at the elderly,It would scare them to no end. Dad finally got rid of him being afraid he would cause some one to get hurt or something.He just really liked people