Sometimes my life hardly seems real.
Last night Sandy and I stopped by a shop for some sweets. We were chatting to the daughter or the owner who we have become friendly with and a goat walked into the doorway of the shop. This is one of the non-edible ones that they have wondering around the city (more about that later).
We watched as one of the workers dutifully walked over to the goat and gave it a snack and it left. The daughter of the owner told us that the goat comes every night and will not leave until they give it a snack. Given the overpowering stench that the creatures have, it makes sense to feed them and get them on their way.
As we walked out of the shop, the goat had stopped at the next shop and was on its' knees waiting to be fed there.