Yes, I live in downtown Phoenix, can walk to my haircut, dry-cleaner, the main Phoenix Library, over thirty coffeeshops and restaurants.  And this is my neighbor’s goat.  Seriously.

She must be lonely because whenever I come up to the alley to throw away trash she comes running up to the fence to be petted.

Which, of course, I do.  Her name if Fawn; I know because it says so on her…er, GOAT tag.