Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Like A Boss

Our goats are sugar hooves - that's what Dad calls them because they are such babies about everything.  They don't like to be out in the rain, the wind, the snow, the dark, or in the summer when it is hot, the sun.  To make their poor lives more bearable we put a dog house in the corral so they could be outside and still be out of the rain, the wind, the snow, the sun and, well, not the dark but four out of five isn't bad. 
We expected them to run right into it because Eeyore, Dancer's goat that died of seizures, liked it very much.  Instead, they acted like it fell out of the sky like the Coke bottle in "The God's Must Be Crazy" and it must be evil.  This was back in August and they huddled by the barn.  Slowly they started to make their way around the corral again but never venturing too close to the house.  Now that it is November we started throwing our old pumpkins by the house and finally threw one in the house.  Goats, our goats anyway, are ruled by their stomachs so to get that final pumpkin at least Lola went into the house to eat it.   Now that she realizes the dog house isn't scary, or evil, she spends a lot of time standing on top of it - like a boss.  I still haven't seen her actually in the house but we are getting closer.
Nico has been out to do his manly duty and he wanted his picture taken too.

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