Miss Tina's mother had two females and a male goat when we first met way back in the early 90s. Now, her mother knew all about cows, chickens, even horses, but not that much about the goats. But she wanted goats, so Miss Ts dad built the fenced area, and mom got the goats.

She had a lot to learn.
First thing was Billy smelled awful.

So my future mother in law gave Billy a bath with Dawn. It was an Epic Tina's dad sat inside and watched from the kitchen table. Mom and Billy both smelled as fresh as springtime when it was over, as the battle of the bath insured that mom wore as much of that five gallons of warm Dawn scented water as Billy did. Billy trotted off to the center of the goat pen snorting and shaking his head, and mom gathered the hose, bucket,,nozzle, and rags, and went to store them in the garage. She had quickly learned anything left in reach of the goats, disappeared. It would reappear a few days later as goat pellets.
Billy, meanwhile, disapproved, of his new cologne. He finally solved this problem by sticking his head between his legs and spraying a personal scent on his head and neck. Ah... that's better. That hour long bath battle victory lasted two minutes. Tina's mom came in the back door grinning. Her dad was... dying.
Mom and Billy had quite the relationship for almost a year... until he got out of the pen one day when mom was bent over trimming the rosebushes that lined the front of the porch. The target was too good to pass up. He lowered his horned head... and...
Funny.... pop could barely tell the story of why the goat pen was gone... and digging ma outa the rose bushes... he'd start talking, then laughing so hard tears would roll... ma didn't see the humor. I expected lamb for dinner... but the trio had moved up the street.
"The girls didn't do anything wrong," she said, "and they would have missed the evil thing." She tossed a look at pop. "Don't ask me how I know that."