I used to work at a job processing incoming traffic at a recycling center. People would drive in with their recyclables in cars or pick-ups all day long and we’d take their money and sort them towards the right corner of the yard.

Needless to say, lots of folks brought their pets with them. About every third car had a dog or two so we started handing out Milk-Bones to our doggy visitors.

One day a guy drives in with a goat sitting pretty as you please in the front passenger seat of his Toyota Camry.

I asked the guy, “What’s up with the goat?”

He said, “The dog told him you were giving out treats at the dump, so he wanted to come too.”

I gave him his treat and he ate it.