BossyToe, however, came to the front door to have it es'plained...one more time...why she can't come in the house anymore. She quite enjoyed her childhood as a house goat and was feeling a bit nostalgic.
Friday, October 12, 2007
I got Nothin'
Sorry...I got nothin'. Don't have a food post...I'm in the week where I eat ramen and rice so I don't have anything for you.
BossyToe, however, came to the front door to have it es'plained...one more time...why she can't come in the house anymore. She quite enjoyed her childhood as a house goat and was feeling a bit nostalgic.
BossyToe, however, came to the front door to have it es'plained...one more time...why she can't come in the house anymore. She quite enjoyed her childhood as a house goat and was feeling a bit nostalgic.
House goat! I KNEW I liked you! We have had a couple of those and a house calf or two (temporarily of course) and a momentary house pony once when he got a little overenthusiastic about coming up on the steps to get a piece of bread. I like the concept.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother often brought animals into the kitchen to revive them by the cookstove, though she didn't raise goats.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed exploring your blog.
Have a Super Saturday. That view is to die for.
Mary