The horses are out to pasture after a few stressful days of being cooped up, on account of the zombies that were all over the place until recently. But as Vickie steps inside, a white goat glances up from where it's loafing near the haybales, gets a glint in her eye like she's about to charge headlong into traffic, and clambers to her feet.

"Uh-oh," mutters Radar from behind Vickie. And as the goat breaks into a sprint, "Greta, gentle!"

Luckily, Greta knows what that word means. (After knocking Radar onto his backside about a hundred times in the first couple weeks she came to the ranch.) Which is pretty much the only reason she drops into a lazy jog and -- instead of barreling into Vickie at full speed -- just casually presses her horns against the woman's knee once she's within headbutting range.