Oh, my goat!!!!! WHAT IS THAT THING?!!!! Is it a sheep? Ahhhhh! It's HUGE! Oy. No. It's only a dog. But what a dog! That thing makes the Spruce Goose look like a Cracker-Jack toy! Talk about your Colossus of Rhodes! I think it's even bigger than the Sta-Puft Marshmallow Man! Oy. Where did that thing come from and what the hay is it doing here?
The good news is that Watson didn't faint when it appeared. What fortitude the little man exhibits sometimes. I, for one, thought it was pretty alarming. Ella, of course, being ever-curious-to-the-point-of-stupidity, ran right up to the fence to see what it was. How obtuse can you be?
To be sure, its size isn't the only worrisome problem. As you might note from the above photo, it eats grass. I'm sorry, but the grass belongs to the goats, Fuzzy-Head. What is more, it entered the barn with the goatmother and proceeded to consume Sacred goat Peanuts when offered. BACK OFF, PUFF-BUTT!!!!! We have got to draw the line somewhere. Is this thing going to become a permanent fixture around here?
Well, come to find out, that thing is a standard Poodle and the goatmother and the goatfather are 'dog-sitting' for the neighbors. I guess we are going to have to put up with 'it' for awhile longer. Fortunately, as they say about most objectionable intrusions in life, "And this too, shall pass!" I hope. Just as long as 'it' doesn't have a taste for chevon along with everything else it seems willing to eat. Are we there yet? Oy. It's gonna' be a loooong week. Oh, I forgoat. Happy Thanksgiving! May you be thankful for the many blessings you have (like no colossal kinky-coated canines) and may your Peanut jar always be full!