I went on an elk hunting trip with a couple of guys who had pack goats. Really cool animals, follow you around like a dog if you let them. They raised them and trained them up for packing, and sold some to cover their costs. One guy was a veterinarian so that helped.
Anyway, on every trip they'd bring a few new ones to train them on packing. There was one young billy that would just not cooperate so they spent a lot of time chasing him down and such. All the goats had names to begin with, but halfway through the trip we gave that billy a new name.
"Cabrito."
I laughed.
