Sunday, April 01, 2007
And now, for another installment of the popular "Goats in Chairs" series. Same goat, different chair. We will resume the "Friend Scott" story cycle on Monday.
This is for The Friday Ark Carnival...a couple of days late...since...well...you all know what I'm doing on Fridays.
BossyToe(seated) with Phoebe
Labels: Baby Goats, Friday Ark, goats, Goats in chairs
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Because I am never one to ignore a chair at a yard sale, HH says when we retire, he is going to build me a barn for all my chairs...I can hang them from the wall, I can sell them to strangers, but they will all be housed inside said barn. And on the roof he will paint in twenty foot block letters, instead of "SEE ROCK CITY", "HAVE A SEAT".
Goats and chairs. Like chocolate and peanut butter, sex and cigarettes...a classic combination.
The Trencamps lost little Zadie, the ewe lamb, to bloat last night so I'll be picking little Elizabeth back up here this evening, I think. If not, extremely soon. Poor Beth is heartbroken.
I'm sorry to hear about little Zadie. I don't care what kind of critter it is, if it's stolen your heart, it also has the power to break your heart.