Yesterday morning the temperature was in the 40's. The daffodils were singing (yes, singing!), the birds were chirping, the trees were flaunting their spring fashion collection. A lovely picture to be sure. It was lovely until the goatmother conned the goatfather into helping with trimming the hooves of Boo and myself. She claims we are difficult. Hmpf.
Well, let me tell you, I tricked her! Yes, indeed! You see, normally the goatfather has to literally lift us onto the stand. Not such a mean feat when it comes to me, but he certainly has to flex his manly muscles to get Boo up there. This time, however, I simply jumped right up there on the stand. SURPRISE! Now mind you it was all just a ruse. I simply wanted them to think it was going to be easy. They were so delighted they began plying me with Peanuts - lots and lots of Peanuts! But once they were lulled into a false sense of security, I hit them with the big guns. First I kicked the goatmother while she was working on a back foot. Then I contemplated biting her butt while she was working on a front foot. That darned goatfather saw it coming, though, and foiled my attempt. Oy and darn. I am proud to say in the end I upheld my image - Marigold the Marauder.
Okay, well, that was the morning. I think the Great Goat God in the sky must've seen what I did because by afternoon it clouded over, the temperature sank and it started snowing! I suppose He thought to cool me off and put a freeze on my contemptible activities. By morning the temperature had hit 26 Peanut-chilling, behind numbing degrees. Oy and double Oy.
Oh, well, it is said, "Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference." - Cesare Pavese. I just care - a LOT.
PostScript: The daffodils are no longer singing ... They have learned to say 'Oy'.