To give you a little background, our family lives on a farm. Or rather we call it a farm. It mostly consists of several inbred cattle, a couple chickens, cats, and a dog. Oh and a lizard. For the past month or so my Dad and I have been reworking our fence. In fact it was so bad that when we moved our cattle up front one of the bulls got out resulting in my getting up early to bring him back. I’m not a very early riser either so I was grumpy, to say the least. We’ve since moved them out back, but this story is about our goat Pepper. Our neighbor across the street has several and Daddy and I had talked about getting one to eat our poison ivy and rosehedge. I asked our neighbor about the possibility of buying one of her goats and she very conveniently had a little billy goat she was trying to get rid of. Of course I was excited and had everything planned out. Or so I thought. Due to life and one or the other being unavailable for Operation Goat we weren’t able to get Pepper until a couple weeks later. We had some family friends from out of town with three kids, two of which are around my and my siblings age. The oldest boy (Carson) and his older sister (Shauna) came along with us for the trip to the neighbors to extract the goat. I had brought with me a small calf halter that I wanted to make sure fit . The neighbor had previously told us that the goat was in a dog kennel, but she herself wasn’t home so we took it upon ourselves to find the kennel. We looked and looked and looked all around the house and couldn’t find the kennel. Eventually we did find it right where we had started the search, covered by a blue tarp with the cage door uncovered. Of course. Well now that we’d found it I had to make sure that the halter fits so I crawled inside with Carson and Shauna and one of my siblings (Lavery) behind me watching. Pepper went crazy when he saw me crawl inside. He started running into the cage walls desperate to get out. I miraculously got the halter on him only to find that’s it’s too big. Just our luck! Well I had to get it off but he’s truly wary of us now and honestly I don’t blame him. I mean if someone put a restrictive device over my face I’d prolly kick and bawl too! Although I have hands and the goat doesn’t. Anyway that’s not relevant. I’m about to grab him when he makes a run for it and barrels past me out the door! The fence that separates him from the other goats is right in front of the cage so he shot right by us to that fence. He’s bawling, the other goats start bawling, and the four of us are trying to corner him. Thankfully the neighbor has an adjoining pen that leads to the big pasture and we got him trapped there. It should have been easy to catch that goat in the small pen. No. It wasn’t. With two of us inside it probably took about five minutes to catch that crazy animal! When we finally did, I picked him up and brought him over to our 4-wheeler that we’d ridden to the neighbor’s house. I hopped on the back with Pepper and Carson drove us back to the house. Of course about that time it started to rain and Shauna and Lavery were still over there. (I learned later that they took cover in a shed and held chickens) Well Carson and I pull up to the garage where my dad is and he found us an old dog collar that he fixed up. While he’s doing that Carson and I have the goat pinned down with me holding his horns. Slowly he begins to relax and he’s just being so calm and well behaved, when he out of the blue jumps up and runs backward between my legs. I was still holding his horns and my arm is starting to twist so I let go. The goat takes off down the drive and then proceeds to cross over onto the Mexican neighbor’s property! Thankfully he stayed near the fence line and after a bit he crossed back over onto the road. Daddy had given us the collar and by this time Shauna and Lavery had walked back so the four of us slowly ran the goat back over to his original home. We spent another five to ten minutes chasing him into the same small pen we had previously caught him in. This time though, we had a collar. AND a leash. And Shauna carried him all the way back home. He is currently happily tied to a tree eating his heart out on poison ivy. And probably in considerable pain since we castrated him the previous day.