Rocky is My Goat!!!

I just found this out and I am dumbfounded!  Rocky is a goat.  Not just any goat; MY goat!  I am so very, very confused by this.  I have a world champion level nose.  I know goat smell and Rocky doesn't have it.  He just smells like regular dog...maybe a little dumber than average, but pretty much a normal dog.  But mom says he is a goat and mom doesn't lie.  I'm even more confused as to why he is MY goat.  I never asked for a goat (or a dog for that matter).  Why would I want a goat?  So why would he be MY goat? 

Not only all of that is confusing, but mom says he is a special breed of goat too!  Mom says he is my Scape goat.  Or maybe it is Escape goat.  I'm not sure what either of those are.  I did a good search and couldn't find either breed of goat.  I did google goggles on a picture of him and it just said dog, not goat.  Maybe mom is wrong???  But mom is never wrong! 

OMG!  Maybe I'm really a Rabbit!

It all started on the day I ate the Sriracha beef jerky.  Mom said she knew I did it because Rocky was in his crate, so I couldn't blame it on my Escape goat.  I was so confused.  Then when I ate the coconut oil, mom caught me and said again I couldn't blame it on my Escape goat.  But yesterday when dad came out with a chewed up toothbrush and asked who should be blamed, she said well you might as well blame Rocky, he's Resi's Escape goat. 

So she seems pretty sure about it.  I guess I'll start treating him more goat-like.  I should see the vet about getting my nose recalibrated.