"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, March 10, 2008

Frou-Frou No More

Today is my birthday. Happy Birthday to me! However, I would be willing to bet I don't get a Peanut Cake this year. In fact, I think I will be lucky to get fed. You see, 'someone' is leaving the goatmother little time for the finer things in life - even the important things in life - and the goatmother has been in somewhat of a tizzy. I could have told her this would happen, but does anyone listen to the goat? (pause for dramatic effect...) NO.

At any rate, Cabra (well she has a good name anyway) was meant to be a companion for the Mighty Quinn and a frou-frou farm dog. The 'companion' part has gone over quite well. It has gone over so well, that Cabra is inclined to do what ever she sees the Mighty Quinn do...which leads us to the photo above.

You see, the goatmother has been all a twitter because we have a new 'farm' store in town! Now we have farm stores here, but they are not very good farm stores and seem to lean more toward ostentatious suburban living than toward the honest-to-goat, real, dyed-in-the-wool farm. And this isn't just any farm store. No indeed. This store is a division of the famous Tractor Supply Store - the very same one all her southern goat friends constantly wax-poetic about. So when it opened, naturally the goatmother HAD to go there and came home carrying two gooseberry bushes. Of course the gooseberry bushes had to be planted right away.

Now, since puppyhood, the Mighty Quinn has viewed it as his bounden duty to help with any horticultural endeavor about the place. This includes, but is not limited to, the extraction of weeds and assistance with planting. If a weed is even kicked with the toe of one's boot, the Mighty Quinn is on it like ugly on an ape, literally ripping tenacious roots from the ground. Unfortunately, he also deems it necessary to help dig. Taking this into account, coupled with the fact that Cabra must follow his every lead, we are saddled with a sad case of 'doggie-see, doggie-do'. (Oh, Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Doggie-do! Oh, hay!, I just kill myself. Sorry - got caught up in the moment.) At any rate, now you have the facts explaining exactly why the above photographic evidence proves, without a smattering of doubt, that the 'frou-frou' part of the equation has flown the coop. It didn't take long, did it? Well, one simply can not expect a canine to have the same degree of acumen as a goat. Proving, once again, that Albert Einstein was probably thinking about a dog when he wrote, "
He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice." Albert simply would not even have considered such a thought about a goat.

12 comments:

Farmgirl_dk: said...

Oh - that is just *the* cutest face. Next to yours, of course, Marigold. Cabra is a true mud dog just like Roxy! And this is just how it's supposed to be...true farm dogs are not deterred by dirts. Happy Birthday to you, Marigold. I hope you get fed today. :-)

goatfarmer said...

Tractor Supply Store! GET OUT!

Marigold said...

Tractor Supply, Yes!!!! It is Del's Farm and Ranch Supply, a subsidiary. And, they can order anything Tractor Supply carries! Woo Hoo!!!

goatgirl said...

I just can't get over that face! She is so cute.
goatmother and farmgirl have you noticed how similar the puppy pictures are of your two dogs?
Very cute.

Farmgirl_dk: said...

Aww, they are similar, aren't they? I think I noticed this subconciously, but it didn't really strike me until goatgirl pointed it out.
Does Cabra's tail curl?

Marigold said...

Dear Farmgirl...that would be a 'yes' on the tail curl. Plus, after doing a bit of research, I believe she is likely to lose most of her color just like Roxy. Oy. How is the goatmother going to keep a white dog clean???

Farmgirl_dk: said...

Um, yeah. Good luck with that. When you figure out a way, you'll let me know? :-)
But, if you're fortunate, Cabra will be kind of self-cleaning. We were all in the dirt for most of the day yesterday, working on the henhouse, and Roxy was racing back and forth between us and the barn (quite a distance away) and by the time she had tired herself out, she was FILTHY. But then it started to rain and she just sort of washed right off. Wrapped her in a giant towel to dry her and, voila, white (white-ish) again!

Kathryn and Ari said...

Happy birthday, Marigold! I had an Ezekial sprouted wheat raisin English muffin with peanut butter for breakfast today in your honor. Okay, that's a fib. At the time, I didn't know it was your birthday. But now that I know it is, I'd certainly have the same thing for breakfast, and I think you'd like it too.

You know how much we love dogs around here, but we can't stand for a puppy interloper interfering with your hallowed day. If the goatmother is going to fawn over him, you can at least insist that he wear a party hat.

Marigold said...

Dear Kathryn and Ari,
Yes. What you said. You would think she would KNOW.

Kathryn and Ari said...

Marigold,
Greetings from paradise! There are, in fact, goats everywhere on Dominica (sadly, I think most end up on dining room tables). I'll try to take some pictures, though, and send them to you!

Marigold said...

WHAT????!!!! The DINNER TALBE????!!!! Say it isn't SO!!!!!!

Marigold said...

WHAT????!!!! The DINNER TABLE????!!!! Say it isn't SO!!!!!!