My La Mancha goats had interesting ways of showing concern and affection for me. One of these happened when I had to drive to a city that was about 200 miles distant. I was gone longer than my goats were used to. They decided to go looking for me.
The places they looked must have been perfectly logical to goats, but were a little difficult for people to take in. One place that particularly exasperated my ex-mother-in-law was on top of her white-topped fancy car. She had just washed it so the little goat prints showed up well.
Another place they looked was on top of my exes' roof. The goats checked it quite thoroughly to make sure they didn't miss me up there somewhere. They used an enormous old avocado tree to get up there. It overhung the roof. They also checked the whole tree in their hunt for me.
My in-laws had lots to say about the clatter of tiny hooves on their rooftop when it was not even near Christmas Eve. Fortunately, I was gone long enough for the humans involved to see the humor in the situation. I was treated to repetitions of the goats' hunt for me many times when a new victim was regaled with the story.
I had put my goats on their tether lines with extra water before I left, but they were so worried about me they ripped their lines out of the ground, fence posts and all. That was the first time they did that, but not the last. They demonstrated that they put up with their tethers to humor me, rather than because they were really impeded by them.
One of my dogs, Cossett, was in the habit of digging up disgusting things and chewing on them. She was generous enough to attempt to share them with me. I did not feel overcome by this great honor. On the contrary, I preferred to avoid smelly slobbery stuff being foisted on me.
The goats could see that I was not thrilled with the doggie gifties. Maybe they decided that I was in danger from this errant member of the wolf clan. Dusty concluded that I needed protection from Cossett. She shook her head, lowered her head, pawed the ground. Cossett did not take warning, even when Dusty backed up.
I really felt for Cossett when she got airborne by Dusty. Cossett flipped over at least three times after she landed. That didn't even stop Cossett. She got up and again tried to give me her nasty gift. She tried going around Dusty to get to me. Dusty blocked her. My goat was herding my dog! I was laughing so hard I could barely stand up.
Dusty seemed alarmed at the noise I was making with my laughter. She made ready to go at Cossett again. Cossett wisely decided to go dine in solitary splendor elsewhere.
I think the evenings in the garden will be next.
The places they looked must have been perfectly logical to goats, but were a little difficult for people to take in. One place that particularly exasperated my ex-mother-in-law was on top of her white-topped fancy car. She had just washed it so the little goat prints showed up well.
Another place they looked was on top of my exes' roof. The goats checked it quite thoroughly to make sure they didn't miss me up there somewhere. They used an enormous old avocado tree to get up there. It overhung the roof. They also checked the whole tree in their hunt for me.
My in-laws had lots to say about the clatter of tiny hooves on their rooftop when it was not even near Christmas Eve. Fortunately, I was gone long enough for the humans involved to see the humor in the situation. I was treated to repetitions of the goats' hunt for me many times when a new victim was regaled with the story.
I had put my goats on their tether lines with extra water before I left, but they were so worried about me they ripped their lines out of the ground, fence posts and all. That was the first time they did that, but not the last. They demonstrated that they put up with their tethers to humor me, rather than because they were really impeded by them.
One of my dogs, Cossett, was in the habit of digging up disgusting things and chewing on them. She was generous enough to attempt to share them with me. I did not feel overcome by this great honor. On the contrary, I preferred to avoid smelly slobbery stuff being foisted on me.
The goats could see that I was not thrilled with the doggie gifties. Maybe they decided that I was in danger from this errant member of the wolf clan. Dusty concluded that I needed protection from Cossett. She shook her head, lowered her head, pawed the ground. Cossett did not take warning, even when Dusty backed up.
I really felt for Cossett when she got airborne by Dusty. Cossett flipped over at least three times after she landed. That didn't even stop Cossett. She got up and again tried to give me her nasty gift. She tried going around Dusty to get to me. Dusty blocked her. My goat was herding my dog! I was laughing so hard I could barely stand up.
Dusty seemed alarmed at the noise I was making with my laughter. She made ready to go at Cossett again. Cossett wisely decided to go dine in solitary splendor elsewhere.
I think the evenings in the garden will be next.
