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This guy (gal?) looks a lot like the penned-in goats I talk with at the New York State Fair, Kerbey. They all have eyes that ask me to get them the heck out of there!
I have a goatee – does that count? Ha!Poor little guy – he looks dejected. Mind you they are hell on wheels when they are on the move, so maybe it’s better this way.
Aw, Paul! I guess you’re right. He has those horns.
Personality, destruction, awe. Start with awe, one early afternoon I was rappeling from Mescalito Nevada, still 300 ft. above the valley floor on the south side (not quite vertical rock face at this spot) heard rocks falling above me – GOATS – kicking rocks off. cool -missed me.
Oh, my goodness! Frightening! They sure can stick to the side of a mountain, though, can’t they? Surefooted.
Yeah, a lame goat joke. That’s why the goat is not standing.
It hadn’t occurred to me that he was lame. Bless his heart. At least he wasn’t in the curry like his relatives at the Indian Kitchen where we just ate.
Poor guy stuck in the pen. It could be worse little buddy they could be planning a cook out.
#truth. This little guy was in the Halloween petting zoo. Clearly not getting petted.
I knew a girl once that had a pet goat. Called her Gidget. Crazy thing had a penchant for jumping on cars. No one petted her either.
What a fun blog that would be. Each Friday she could post pics of her goat jumping on cars. The name Gidget is probably not making the rounds in goats these days. I did think of naming a pair of dogs Amos and Andy, though.
Well a blog about Gidget the Goat would be interesting;to say the least. I think Amos and Andy would be a great name for a pair of dogs.I have always been partial to Heckle and Jeckle,though I have never had the opportunity to do so. Why didn’t you go through with the naming?
I didn’t get the pair. But if I had, I still would have wondered if somehow somewhere someone might get upset about the naming. I think it’s cute, but maybe Heckle & Jeckle would be sure not to ruffle anyone’s feathers.
ain’t dat da truth
A man and his pet goat walk into a bar. They decide to pace themselves. Call for a brewski, watch TV, drink beer, eat peanuts. Later they move to mixed drinks, and then shooters. Finally, the bartender says: “Last call.”
So, the guy says, “One more for me… and one more for my goat.” The bartender sets them up and they throw them back. But then the goat suddenly falls over dead.
The guy throws some money on the bar, puts on his coat and starts to leave. The bartender yells: “Hey buddy, you can’t just leave that lyin’ there.”
The guy replies: “That’s not a lion, that’s a goat.”
Mercy–what a build-up of drunken goat-man friendship, and THAT’S the kicker? 😉
Soo the destructive goat we had we eventually gave away to some people from the middle East, a craigslist add and they came over immediately to pick it up. We had named it Goat Burt, I hope he was good the the new owners.
Did you make them promise they would not eat him?
I crossed my fingers-
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