“I know there are stereotypes: They eat cans and smell bad,” said William Kowalik, a representative of the American Goat Society. “That’s not true. They are very much like dogs. They are great pets. The goats know what kind of mood you are in. They can get a person to open up.”
Angela Bailey lives a 20-minute drive from St. Paul. A friend suggested she get a goat, saying their milk was easy to digest. In May, Ms. Bailey’s husband gave her two kids for her birthday. “They wag their tails when they are happy,” she said. “ They like to be scratched and petted, and they love to be around all of us.” Equally appealing, she said, “their poop does not stink.”
Ms. Bailey’s city friends weren’t as thrilled. “It felt like they were rolling their eyes a little,” she said. Her six children, though, have warmed up to the goats, especially her girls. “There’s a lot of hugging going on,” she said.
Goats have a defined social caste, despite their laid back goofiness. “Everyone has their own spot,” said Mr. Kowalik, who has goats and lives in San Antonio. “They learn the order, and if you don’t follow it, they will pout.” If a goat sniffs another goat’s food, “they’ll walk off and refuse to eat,” he said. “If a piece of watermelon touches the ground, they won’t eat it. They also get into: ‘That’s not my bowl. I am not going to drink from it.’”
Despite those peccadilloes, goats are, for the most part, tolerant of humans. That was the appeal for Quinn Edwards who works in technology and lives in Draper, Utah. He has four Nigerian dwarf goats who have 35,000 followers on Instagram. “I had a friend growing up who was into mules and he would say, ‘This one has a good personality,’” Mr. Edwards said. “To me, it was just a stupid mule.” Well, that was until he got Kevin. “He’s the best,” he said. “When he came home, the other goats were a bit bigger, and he never left my side.” They took walks. They cuddled. Then the calls started.
“A guitarist in H20, a popular punk band from 1990s, called and wanted to come by and see the goats,” said Mr. Edwards, who obliged. “I’m thinking, ‘You guys were my favorite band.’” Another time a family from Pennsylvania went to his house to visit Kevin and company. And last year, Mr. Edwards got a message from a college friend in Los Angeles who wanted to visit his goats after seeing photos on Facebook. She was getting a divorce, Mr. Edwards said. He was single. They texted for months. She came to see the goats, then moved back to Utah. In April, they got married.
“Goats bring people together,” he said.
Perhaps the most difficult part of owning a goat is finding a neighborhood zoned for farm animals. Leanne Lauricella started the Goats of Anarchy animal rescue in 2015. She had left her job as an event planner in Manhattan and moved to rural New Jersey, where she adopted two rescue goats. The herd has grown to 52, a haven for animals that have lost feet because of frostbite, are missing limbs, were abused or have congenital disorders.
She funds the rescue mostly through donations, in part, because of a clever Instagram account where she posts videos and photographs documenting the travails of caring for her brood, including Polly, a blind goat with anxiety; Grace, who was abused by teenagers; and Pocket, who lost the bottoms of both back legs and wears prosthetics.
A recent favorite was Lawson, who came to Ms. Lauricella earlier this year with a heart condition and shriveled back legs. She kept him in the house dressed in a onesie where he slept in a playpen. Later, Ms. Lauricella fitted him with a cart to go outside. She found a doctor willing to perform open-heart surgery, and on June 17, told her Instagram followers it was a success. Lawson came home on June 29. “I had Lawson in my lap for a few snuggles and he started to scream out of nowhere,” she later wrote on Instagram. “He instantly turned blue.” Lawson died in her arms the day after he came home.
The response from her followers was overwhelming. Within an hour, more than 3,000 people offered condolences. That number rose to 23,445 by the week’s end. One of those who commented was Patricia Hunt from Concord, Calif., who said she cried when Lawson died. She does not own a goat, but she felt a kinship with Ms. Lauricella and her herd. “I was so pulling for him,” she said of Lawson.
Ms. Raskin, who picked up her goats at the Jack in the Box in March, quickly learned how popular her goats would become. She now rents out Spanky and Pippin for $75 an hour. They were featured on the Hallmark Channel. They are a hit on the Los Angeles goat yoga circuit. Pippin recently wore a white wedding dress to welcome a groom to his bachelor party. But by far the most elaborate setup was a 30th birthday soiree. More than 30 people showed up to play goat Twister.
Of course, the photos were posted on Instagram.