Years ago, I bought a couple of rural hillside acres that were badly overgrown with scrub trees of all kinds, including many with long thorns. (Try stepping on one of those- each thorn was about an inch and a half long.) I bought a browser goat, an Angora, and for the next few months in the course of clearing the small stuff he followed me all over the place, knowing he was in for some delectations. Sometimes when I was busy I simply turned down some branches so he could reach the leaves. I have seen him balancing on his hind feet as elegantly as a gazelle.

He was a wether so he smelled fine. (When one calls a man 'an old goat' it's usually not a compliment!)