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."
The rest of the string was on their best behavior after that I presume?
They already were pretty much. Bottle fed and imprinted on humans, almost like a pet. Get them loaded up with gear and start down the trail and they'd just fall in line and start walking. Every day at lunchtime one of us would have to come back to camp to let them off their leads so they could browse for an hour or so.
They'd get pretty spread out, and to get them back we had a bag of salted in the shell peanuts. You'd take that bag out and shake it and goats would come running from every direction. Grab one, snap on the lead, and the reward was one peanut. And only one, didn't want to spoil 'em.
