Once upon a time I had a very nice herding dog called - eh - Pretty. She had to undergo a big surgery, and I was told to protect the wound with an airy sweater. So I put one sweater on her from the right side, and one from the backside with her tail in the head-hole. Both sweaters happened to be red. Pretty was such a dog who did not protest against small items. She started to slowly walk around, trying out her legs and balance after the anesthesia. But the sheep got alarmed! "Help!! A RED DOG!!" So not the goats, they just said "Hi, Pretty!"