I am not a goat. 
Allison is our first bottle baby. What that means is she never got a chance to nurse off her mama. She was fed, by a human, from a bottle. Which means she has imprinted on a human, not a goat. Therefore, Allison doesn’t think she is a goat. As a matter of fact, she is not that fond of goats. She has no problem hanging out with goats, as they seem to like to do the same things she does, but make no mistake. She is not a goat, to her.
She is almost always the first, er, animal, to see the humans when they come out of that funny structure on the property. She is almost always the first voice you hear when you do go toward the, er-em, goats. Her snicker is very distinct.
To her humans, she is very sweet. Other than Bailey, all the goats are afraid of her. She does help with the referee tasks when they get out of hand. Once she gets involved, as a referee, not a participant, things settle down quickly.