I must admit I just don't understand. This morning the goatmother came to me with a brush. "Stand still and let me brush you", she said. As she grabbed hold of my collar and started to brush, we whirled and twirled in a fast-clipped rendition of the waltz. I was very light on my feet. I was quite proud of my finesse and my superior caprine ingenuity in creating an updated version of such a wonderful old classic. The goatmother, however, was NOT happy. "Hold still!", she said. Didn't she realize one simply must practice for one's debut on Dancing With the Stars?
Life goes on amidst change. Finding the laughter one day at a time...
2 comments:
Dear Marigold....
the Goatmother just
wasn't thinking!! Of course you need practice!!
Marigold, you don't need all the foo foo stuff anyway, you are already beautiful. You should have done what I did to my dogmother, and run at her and swipe out her knee. They fall like a rock!
Howie Brosseau
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