I need to go to the grocery store. But Bambi (yes, it's a goat called Bambi, don't ask) is on guard. She's sitting there in the middle of the track outside my house, just waiting for me to disappear from view and she will be through the fence and nibbling on something in my garden.
When she's sitting like that you would never suspect she only has three legs. One of the front legs is gone from the knee down, the only way to save her life when she was a baby. But don't be fooled into thinking she can't move as fast as she needs to to keep away from me when I'm hot on her tail. She makes up for in cunning what she lacks in speed.