The delightful brown and white Barrack Heights resident is one of a league of creatures loyal to the neighbourhood postie Ray Cox - and his treat bag. 

Mr Cox carries Schmackos to placate the area dogs but for Gladys he keeps crackers or - on special days like Wednesday this week - Scotch Finger biscuits.

Gladys gets onto her hind hooves to take the biscuits straight from the postman's hand, her tail flapping in the breeze.

Mitch Wilmott introduced Gladys to his Barrack Avenue yard two years ago, reducing his lawn mowing regime to a little light edging.

He said having a goat around had many benefits and the well-behaved Gladys had never eaten anything she wasn’t supposed to.

‘‘She’s great. I got her off Gumtree for nothing,’’ Mr Wilmott said.

‘‘She’s got a load of character. If I leave the back door open she won’t come inside. She won’t poo or wee in the garage. She knows right from wrong.’’

Mr Wilmott said he was grateful for care shown by the postman, especially during winter, when he tried to fatten Gladys up. 

‘‘Even when he’ll have days off he’ll leave [biscuits] for the others to bring,’’ he said.