That is NOT a Goat (Part II)

First it was the ox in the barn.  Now look what's in the greenhouse, where we get to eat and sleep.



Do you see it on the other side of the panel?



It's a dog!  A big, mean, vicious DOG!  We DO NOT LIKE DOGS!



I'm going to have to put my hoof down with the human.

I just want to be out of the snow.  Really.

I hate to think what might be next.

Not a Yard Goat

Somebody thinks she is a yard goat and should get to eat my sweet feed.

Did you hear that, Miss Stella Slobbers?  You are not a yard goat!

That is my sweet feed!

Guard Dog

Stella is a livestock guardian dog.

First of all, I do not like to be referred to as livestock.

Does this really look like a tough guard dog?

It looks more like a big cuddly lap dog.

But I don't like dogs,

so I'm glad she's guarding us from the other side of the fence.

Groundhog Day

Happy Groundhog Day! According to Phil, spring is just around the corner, and that makes me really happy.

This isn't Phil, but we got to meet this groundhog a couple of summers ago. He wasn't having a very good day.

He was chased away from the human's house and into our barnyard by the dogs. Poor guy just sat there for the longest time. The human was taking his picture. The dogs kept barking. The geese were hissing.

Then some weird salesman guy came waltzing into the barnyard and found the human doing chores. She deftly led him back out. On the way, he noticed the poor groundhog cowering there, so the human explained about his bad day.

Just as she was explaining about the dogs, here they came. Hee hee. The salesman about panicked realizing he had just walked unattended through the yard with two big dogs.

Do I look ready for spring? I sure hope Phil is right.

No Yard Goats!

That's what the human has said since I was a little kid. For the most part everyone follows that rule, mostly because there is a dog or two sitting on the other side. That big black-with-speckled-feet dog seems to just delight in running at us.

We are minding our own business, chewing our cud, and over he runs barking and growling. Oh, he is scary! Anyhow, most all of us are very good about that no yard goats rule. What could possibly have all those girls' attention?

Pistol and Vinnie. Dolly's girls have been trouble makers from the start. Look at that! They don't know there are big dogs. They don't care. Dolly tries to keep them under control. The whole time they were in there, she was yelling her blood-curdling-someone-is killing-me scream to try and get them back where they belong, but do they listen? No!

Oh that human better get the fence kid-proofed before my baby(ies) get here. Of course, mine will be much better behaved.