Since someone mentioned alfalfa, I just had to tell this lil story, although I've prob'ly told it before.
Back when we had our goat Cocoa, I was working full-time and had a hard time getting to the feed store before they closed. My parents were visiting, so I asked my Dad, the proverbial city boy, to please go to the feed store for me and get hay for Cocoa's pen. Dad goes and asks the old-timer working there for hay for a goat. Old-timer asks Dad what kind of hay? Now Dad doesn't know hay, but he does know that I love my goat. Says give her the best. Dear Dad even spread it in Cocoa's pen for me, to save me some work. That's how it came to be that I came home and found Cocoa still did not have any fresh bedding in his pen, but he was laying on his side too bloated to worry about it after eating all the alfalfa!