Every Inchie Monday -- Goat

For the last inchie the animal is goat. When I lived in the Highlands of Scotland we had a Anglo Nubian goat who was as much use for milking as a piece of wood. We might have managed some sap from the wood, but as soon as you went anywhere near the rear end of Polly, she sat down. No way would she get up. She wasn't much use at eating the grass either, but loved my MIL's  lupins and roses.
What she did love were polo mints and would run down our long drive when she heard the school car bringing the children back from school. My son usually had poll mints in his pocket, and was greeted by Polly waiting to stick her nose in his pocket. Paul used to hate this as the other boys used to tease him about his girl friend Polly. So here is Polly