So, I can't comment on Bob's because I know "the answer". I will tell you about my goat story.
When I was 12 my dad was building a new house on 10 acres in Masaryktown. We had a pet goat named Oreo. My ex-step-mom treated the goat like a human and would bring it everywhere with us. On walks, on the boat, etc... so we had the goat on a leash when we were checking out the new house... all of the sudden the goat takes off running... I chase it since I'm 12 and I'm the only one that can get up stairs quick enough. I chase the thing up one flight... then the second which is a spiral staircase. I see the leash and attempt to grab it, but it's just out of my reach-- I keep running.. then I see the leash zipping out of the 3rd story window. I run to grab it but it's just out of my reach. I run to the window and look down! The goat was down there with her legs folded like a cute Jesus nativity sheep. She was fine.