I wish I had thought about packing goats back when I was a kid in High school we had some to keep the blackberry’s down. I had a tall white goat named tinker bell we had got some where. She would crawl up in the bed of my old Chevy pick up and ride around Bellingham with me on weekends.
My favorite as a young man was taking her to Herfys Drive in on Friday Saturday night.
She was a real chick magnet. And responsible for me getting more than one date.
Late 60s 70s.
