My grandpa owned two goats. One was not very memorable for good or ill. The other, I’m convinced, is headed for somewhere between the Telestial Kingdom and Outer Darkness. Grandpa sometimes tried to get that one to pull a cart with us in it, but he usually ended up pulling the goat pulling the cart. So, it would have been much lighter just to pull the cart himself.
Other thoughts: your mom is totally rocking that bob haircut. Wow, cutest stroller ever there in the background.