We had goats when I was a kid. (No pun in 10 did.)
We would drive them around inside our hatchback. They'd walk and jump all over us, trying to look out the windows. People nearby would do a double take when they'd glance over at us. You just knew they were thinking, "What kind of ugly dog is that?"
One of them would let loose every now and then and the human occupants would desparately roll the windows down as fast as possible. If you were in the middle of the backseat, you were doomed.
Good times...