Flatulent fainting goats escape Fort McMurray in Ford

As John Paton fled Fort McMurray, not only did he confront a raging infernobut he had to contend with a pair of flatulent, fainting goatsin the back seat of his Ford pickup.

"It was just the two of usand the goats, and the rest of the cab was just fumes, no oxygen. Just fumes," said Paton."It's a good thing I had the extended cab for that extra room."

Bella, a white female, and Diego her tawny, long-horned companion, have been part of the Paton family for nearly seven years.

The miniature "fainting goats," also known as woodenlegged goats, spend their days grazing on the peaty fields outside Paton's acreage inSaprae Creek, about20kilometres east of FortMcMurray.

"My granddaughter really, really wanted them, so we told them to bring them out here," Paton said, referring to the acreage.

"And she was doing really well with them, until she discovered boys and kind of forgot about the goats, so we ended up with them."

As the massive wildfire enveloped Fort McMurraylast week, and thousands of residents vacated their homes, the scene at the acreage was relatively calm.

It appeared as if the rural hamletand Paton's propertywould be sparedby the flames. Three generations of the family had taken refuge at the remote property, hoping they wouldn't have to join the throngs of vehicles fleeing down the highway.

But Tuesday morning, the winds shifted, the fire started moving east, and the Paton family was told to evacuate immediately.

Seven family members hadgathered there, includingPaton and his wife Elaine, their daughter Lana, son-in-law Richard, granddaughterMorgan, grandson Bret and hisgirlfriend Denise.They had fivevehicles, but only two with enough fuel to get them down Highway 63.

Paton did the math, and decided there was room for the animals.

"And I thought, there is no way we're leaving these two goats," he said.

He got to work rounding up the goats.

"Normally they follow you around just like dogs, but with so many people allaround we had to run around after them. And they're so fat they were just waddling, "said Paton."And one of them, I thought he was going to have a heart attack, but we finally got him."

There was no time to hitch up the trailer. Instead, Paton put a tarp down across the backseat of his half-tonne Ford F-150, and hoisted the goats into the back.

"They're not very big until you try and lift them into the back of your truck, and realize that you've overfed themand they're too heavy for one person to lift."

After the goats were finally wrangled into the truck, Paton and his granddaughter the one who wanted the goats in the first place piled in.

It was going to be a long, strange trip.

Fainting goats, officially known as myotonicgoats,are known, well, for fainting. When alarmed or excited, their muscles freeze, theanimals collapse, roll onto their sidesand remainstunned and immobile for a short period.

Theiraffinity for collapsing like drunken sailors may not have been a huge concern. But Paton's nosealerted him to an additionalputrid problem.

Goats make forill-mannered travelling companions

Paton heard some unusual noises coming from the back seat.Diego and Bella, far from potty-trained,soon 'unloaded' all over the tarp. Eventhe thick black smoke from the approaching wildfire couldn't stifle the stench.

"And I said to them, the next one of you who poops, you're walking," Patonjoked.

Through deadlocked traffic, they made a painfully slow escape from Fort McMurraydown Highway 63. Paton and his granddaughter were feeling uneasy as they watched the flames and smoke through therearview mirror, but the goats seemed unfazed.

Diego and Bella jostled around in the back seat, bawling and burping and occasionally poking their long-horned heads through the tarp to get a better view of the highway. Theyfinally sprawledout in the back seat for a long nap.

"And my granddaughter kept saying 'I hope we don't get pulled over by the cops because we'll never be able to explain why we have these goats.' " Paton said.

A few hours into the drive, they made their first pit-stop at a restaurant in Boyle, and stepped inside to grab some food, leaving the goats to doze in the back of the truck.

"There was this guy in there who kept giving us a dirty look, and we couldn't figure out why," said Paton."And then we went back to the truckand opened the door and it just reeked. And I said to my granddaughter: 'We must just reek of goat.'"

After nearly 10 hours on the road, Paton and his pets finally made it to their daughter's acreage in Sherwood Park.

Within minutes of arriving, the goatshad made themselves at home.

Paton is thankful that his vehiclehas recovered as well. The smell in his truck, for the most part, has dissipated.

Paton, a retired oilsands worker, and his wife, a retired nurse, are staying at their cabin in Spring Lake for now. But theywill headback to Fort McMurray as soon as the city is re-opened.

Theyhave a home to return to.With the exception of a few sheds, everything on thePaton property, including the house, is still standing.

"We'll be back, we've been there for 43 years," said Paton."And the goats will be coming with us. They have one more trip to make in the back of that truck."

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