"If providence did beards devise,
To prove the wearers of them wise,
A fulsome goat would then, by nature,
Excel each other human creature." - Thomas D'Urfey

Monday, July 30, 2007

The Full Moon

What can I say? Yesterday was the full moon, however, today we have still felt the lunar fallout. I have to put the blame somewhere. First of all, according to the goatmother, the Mighty Quinn has been a holy terror both yesterday and today. Apparently it is as though he has returned to square one and has forgotten every single thing he has learned in 'doggie school'. Personally, I am not certain he ever left square one, but anyhow, this is what she says.

That was the first indication. Next the cats, who are inside cats, have run amok. Now this was more than the usual display of amokness. Loud thumps have been heard and the bird cage has been left swinging, though no cat is in close proximity. Very mysterious. Plus, one of them decided to purloin last night's dinner from the kitchen counter, dragging it into the bedroom and trying to chew through the plastic. Let us just say the goatmother was not amused.

But the pièce de résistance came tonight. The goatmother came into the barn for our nightly repast, such as it is. As she was cleaning up, well, I just couldn't help myself. I don't know what compelled me to do so, but I reached out and bit her. Really, I was only trying to express my admiration of her shirt. She took exception. I think it is this whole 'diet' thing. It just looked SO delectable!

Well, that was the first problem. Then the goatmother brought in a couple of flakes of the most scrumptious-looking, succulent and green hay! Let's just say that at least 3 of us are now on the big 'S' list - SORRY! (Ha! What did you think the 'S' was for? Hmmm???) Why, you ask, are at least 3 of us on the big 'S' list? It seems that Watson was standing in the doorway when the hay passed through. Watson does not understand the desperation of 3 starving women. I'm afraid Watson was mowed down, at which point, he naturally fainted - fully. Head first, and then all four feet straight up in the air. It was not a pretty sight. The goatmother was not amused...again.

Okay, well, I could claim that we didn't see him. Still, the truth of the matter is that it must be the full moon. Just call me Miss Jekyll...and then GO HIDE!


The Sweet Pea said...

Dear Marigold,
sounds like you are
having a great summer!!
Don't worry about being on
the " S " list.......never lasts for long!!
As for those felines and your canine friend.....well,
unlike we goats, they are prone to lunar influence. They'll straighten out by the new moon!
Oh, yah....listen Sherlock, gotta be careful when you pull on the T-shirt or whatever.......this never goes over very well!!! And, should you find yourself in that situation again, remember to stand next to Boo and run like hell. This way the goatmother will never know who did it for sure. And, make sure you don't go and crash into dear Watson!! If the goatmother sees him upside down, well....... I think that will give her a clue!
Well, enjoy your summer!

Marigold said...

Dear Pea,
Now this is some of the BEST advice I have gotten in a long time! Goat Blessings on you!

The Sweet Pea said...

Dear Marigold,
it is the least I could do
for you, my good buddy!