Gasper the friendly Goat

During my routine afternoon walks with dad on weekends, I see a number of animals around our neighborhood. One of them is a goat I have fondly named Gasper (he,he when he dies I will call him Casper!) Now Gasper is usually tied to a tree where he nibbles on the lush vegetation of our park. Other kids play on this park because there is a playground area too.

When dad and I go around, we normally say hello to Gasper and ask him if he has had a good day and whether he will be sold or eaten soon. He has not really answered us, but I think he is someone's pet and will not be eaten any time soon. Here is my picture with dad right after our visit to Gasper.