Comment by Steve_in_CA — December 21, 2012 @ 7:27 am
My wife sees this shit and it’s all over, I’m gonna have chickens AND goats to take care of. :(
Comment by apotheosis — December 21, 2012 @ 7:27 am
Thank you, m’dear. Quite humourous, what?
One occasionally enjoys the odd bit of gamboling, doesn’t one.
*haw* I say. Yes, *haw*, indeed.
Comment by DougM (Progophobe) — December 21, 2012 @ 7:31 am
Apo — have her smell a billy goat before making any decisions….
Comment by Claire: rebellious pink pig with car keys - and a *cause* — December 21, 2012 @ 7:48 am
I WANNA BE A GOAT!
* re-reads Steve_in_CA’s comment *
I WANNA FEEL LIKE A GOAT.
* re-re-reads Steve_in_CA’s comment *
( now I can’t mention how cute their little bums are either….sigh. )
Comment by SondraK, Queen of my domain — December 21, 2012 @ 8:43 am
UUUUUUUUU, reminds me, gotta pick up some lamb shanks. One of my fav recipes…….
Comment by Colonel Jerry USMC — December 21, 2012 @ 9:06 am
Thanks Claire loved it.
O.K. Advice for everyone who loved it and wants a/or some goats.
When you get to the age of being a Geezer or Geezerette and you see something like this about any animal or chicken and your first thought is “OOOH I’d love to have one.” Something in your brain clicks in from the many pets you and your kids have had and reminds you that they smell,they need to be fed,they poop, p, make noise. Than there’s all that emotional stuff that at our age we’ve had enough of. So here’s what you do– you “baby sit” for every pet in your family and get your pet loving from that.
Comment by geezerette — December 21, 2012 @ 9:06 am
^ GREAT advice.
JR’s not such a big party poopin’ caca head afterall…..
Comment by SondraK, Queen of my domain — December 21, 2012 @ 9:10 am
^^ nope^^ altho– you have many years to go to be crabby ole poopy head Geezer and Geezerettes. You’re not in the baby sit stage as yet.
Comment by geezerette — December 21, 2012 @ 11:05 am
Other than the fact that there’s nothing cuter than a baby goat, bah humbug. But if you just gotta get a goat, get a nanny goat. They can be sweethearts. Soft and affectionate, just like a dog, only not as smart. And as they say in the Middle East: There’s nothing like a good goat to get a party started!
The billy’s are icky, though I gotta give this one billy credit for being the only animal I had that would stand up to the Mighty Bruiser. He actually knocked Bruiser over once, and after that they came to an ‘understanding’. This is the same Bruiser who once happily attacked a fully grown bull, on my command (because the bull was trying to kill me at the time). That one ended in a draw.
But even if I could afford it, I’m just not up to running a farm anymore. It’s just too much work.
my mom raised pygmy goats, the damn things would always find their way to her bed.
I always wanted to know how they tasted… but she wouldn’t let me try one…
Comment by Melissa In Texas — December 21, 2012 @ 8:23 pm
Almost forgot. The Mighty Bruiser. 160 lbs. of frisbee-ripping, bone-crushing awesome, and also the mellowest, friendliest dog you ever met. It’s not easy reconciling all of that into the same dog, but somehow we managed it.
He was also great at parties, where he would instantly find the cutest girl there, and then go up and bury his snout right in her crotch, 100% of the time. This was my ‘in’. I loved that dog. Still do. Helluva wingman.
I have some pics somewhere of my neighbors goats on top of a old truck body. He used to put up fence in the wooded area he wanted cleaned up and week or so later everything about head high was gone. I did enjoy some great goat stew on occasion. That stew may have stared Mr billy that was so cantankerous…
Comment by blindshooter — December 21, 2012 @ 9:54 pm
If you should ever end-up with a billy, just chain him to a sturdy stake, and make sure he has water. Everything in that circle he can reach will be mowed very soonly. They go through blackberries like they were salad.
I’m just writing this out of boredom, because I don’t have any kids (that I know of… heh), or grandkids, so Christmas is pretty much an ‘open day’ for me.
So I’m living down in Mexico this one time. My abode was this small two-bedroom MIL apartment inside this compound of a mansion for rich people. They were my landlords and I hardly ever saw them.
So one morning an entire fucking film crew shows-up at the place. I had been partying with the landlord the day before, and he mentioned something about it, but I forgot.
Now here’s about 50 people milling about at 10:00AM and putting up tarps and rolls of duct tape, and stuff. I went outside and found the cameraman, because I’m a cameraman, and I figured we could speak the same language. He let me know what was going on: They were filming a commercial for the Mexican Tourism Board starring Linda Rondstadt. Big whoop.
So while they were all waiting for the Magnificient One to show up, a couple of the gals from the crew found their way over to my place, knocked on the door, and I let them in, and offered them a drink. One of them was the costume designer, from Mexico City, and she was waaaaaaaaay pretty!
True to form, Bruiser walked up and stuck his face right in the Promised Land. I loved that dog. Did I already say that?
So, naturally, I’m apologizing all over the place and pulling at the dog and scolding him (while he was winking at me), but Maria just said, “It’s okay, I love dogs! He’s so cute!”
Since I have no intention of turning SondraK’s place into a pr0n site, I’ll just let you figger out the rest.