Tag Archives: goats

Cats, goats and appliances that never die.

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Sometimes I can’t help but share funny cat things.

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And while that made me smile, this next one might actually help Mark whose cats have taken a sudden dislike of each other.

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Odd, but I figure it’s worth a try.

The next photo belongs to a friend who has horses. She got a few goats as stablemates and then a few mini trampolines because goats like to jump.

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Seems they also like to lay in the sun on individual bouncy beds.

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I do remember that. And curse myself for getting rid of the almond Montgomery Ward refrigerator that dominated our kitchen when we moved in. There was nothing wrong with that vintage fridge, I just wanted something newer and prettier.

It’s been over twenty years now and we’ve had to buy an expensive new replacement every 5 years.

Somewhere in Maine… that ugly Montgomery Ward is laughing. And probably still running like a fine Swiss watch.

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Another one for Mark because summer is right around the corner.

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Oddities.

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A friend sent me this picture of a beverage she saw in the grocery store the other day.

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She said she saw it and thought of me.

Busty Lush.

I’m not sure if I should be offended… or flattered she knows me so well.

I thought about buying some, but when I saw the non alcoholic label, I figured… why bother?

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It’s back?

I don’t remember goat poop ever disappearing.

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I can think of numerous other ways to say Happy Holidays besides the gift of livestock dung, but maybe that’s just me.

And what’s with “Artisan” goat poop?

Is there some Jackson Pollack spattering going on or what?

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I love my town.

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Cruising my small town’s Facebook page today, I discovered an invitation.

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I wonder if adults are allowed?

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I do love a good goat encounter.

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We’ve had a lot of mushrooms lately, but never one with dead tribble hair.

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Teachers. They educate our children and at times, take on the role of surrogate parents.

Scooping poop should not be part of their job description.

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Gambling and goats

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After I polished off another bottle of wine, we assembled at the picnic table to play a pseudo gambling dice game.

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It’s called Left Right Center, is ridiculously easy to play and will cost you $3 a game.

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I missed the first game, but enjoyed the second.

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Who won?

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Let’s just say my pockets were $39 fuller than when I arrived.

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Flush with victory, I strolled down to meet the goats and raised my glass in greeting.

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They’re such cuties.

And quite the talkers….

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Have you scratched a goat today?

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I highly recommend it.

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A Covid Christmas, seven months later.

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Now that the stage is set (see yesterday’s post) let’s check out the guests and festivities.

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Santa made numerous appearances.

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And I shared another version of my mankini Santa with this young man who was brave enough to wear it.

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Wine flowed freely.

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Though some guests didn’t approve of our edible flower embellishments.

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This young lady landed herself a new beau. Pre Med and good looking… her father approves. 👍

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Drinks were consumed on the deck, and goat entertainment was enjoyed.

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Eventually the party moved to the pool area.

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And food was enjoyed among Christmas trees and lobster pool floaties.

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Extra food was turned into art.

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(Art being in the eye of the beholder and better appreciated when you’ve been drinking all afternoon.)

To be continued…

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Let me give you the lay of the land….

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We drove a little over an hour west to reach our friend’s house for the Christmas in July party I mentioned last week. And when we left our town, the weather was not cooperating.

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Thankfully it was drier in her neck of the woods and let me tell you, the property she recently purchased definitely qualifies as out of the way.

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After a long ride on a bumpy dirt road, her place came into view.

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As you can see, her main reason for buying this place was ample room for horses.

The house is a bit odd. It looks large, but isn’t…. with a surprisingly small kitchen and bedrooms.

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Numerous outbuildings are scattered around, as are decks and staircases.

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One of which….

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Lead to goats. Boots, Buckles and Gypsy to be precise.

Did I mention there’s a pool?

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To be continued…

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I love my town.

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This month someone is seeking a new home for their goats.

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Nothing wrong with that… but the reason?

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Now that’s a bit disturbing. If you have to re-home your goats because of rats? You might want to re-examine your current living conditions as well as your livestock’s.

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Do you have a guy? We have a guy. I can’t tell you the name of our guy because then he would be your guy and wouldn’t have time to be ours.

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Aww. I haven’t seen the lost pig, but if these people are really the owners…. shouldn’t they know the pig’s gender by now?

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Okay, so not everyone is polite in our town.

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Bunny! In all the years we’ve lived here we’ve never had a visiting bunny. And from the text of the announcement, it’s now abundantly clear why. We simply don’t have the right kind of weed.

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The Screaming Goat quiz

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You wished thought I forgot? No such luck.

Time to test your goat knowledge!

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The book’s answer is here:

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But if you want better, and much more creative answers? Check out the blog I… or rather my screaming goat… inspired.

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https://morepotatoes.com/2021/07/06/reasons-to-buy-a-screaming-goat-toy/

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No peeking at the first photo.

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Puny humans. We don’t scream nearly as well either.

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I was a little disappointed with this answer.

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Only 5? I was hoping it was 15 so I could hire a goat to wash the barn windows.

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There’s a goat legend? How did I not know this…

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And finally…

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If you’ve ever watched a goat eat a tin can you know he needs more than one.

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I think that’s a nice way to say goats might need to order the fart blanket I profiled a while back.

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