This story reminded me something actually..
Years ago, when I was still working on the constuction sites in the wild, a baby goat was rescued from village dogs by our watchman in the middle of a night. (they were like wild dogs and can be quite scary some times)
He was so cute and lovely and we fed him for a few days along with two dogs (sivas kangal) I used to have. The owner found out his goat was with us and when he wanted to take him back, I bought the goat from him because the goat got used to us, he was lovely, and he was playing with my dogs..
The goat grew up with the dogs and he was fed at the same time as the dogs (of course he was not given meat
)
We could see the goat was sleeping in the dog house and the dogs were sleeping out side from time to time. When the dogs were barking and running after something, he was following them with his ´beeeeeeee´.
I think he had an serious identity issues..
Anyway, there was a long holiday and when I came back, the goat was missing. I think some people who did not like me there, ate him..
Too bad. Goats are my favorite animals. The sheep I had thought they were goats because they were raised with dairy goats -- that is why they were so smart. Once a baby moose came home with a herd of goats a friend of mine owned. It took 3-4 females to give enough milk to feed the huge "baby". They would jump up on a doghouse so the moose could nurse.