One of my neighbors most recently procured a goat.
I watch it every morning while Karen is getting dressed for work and complaining about the goat making such a racket (were you aware that goats made noise-- I wasn't). It hangs in the backyard, with what looks like a black lab. The dog is allowed house privileges. The goat does not receive such luxuries, it appears.
If I were the goat I'd complain.
Karen has two concerns about the goat:
1. The goat is loud.
2. The goat should not eat her fence.
Sadie is scared of the goat, surprise surprise. When she hears it she runs off and hides.
I really don't care that much about the goat. My question is why, even in redneck Hell, would someone need a goat in the suburbs?
Are they milking it?
Does this mean they don't have to mow the yard anymore?
Anyone out in cyberland know the purpose of a goat? If you do, please let me know, as I'm quite curious about this issue.
I am the Elizabeth Taylor of the feline world.
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Thursday, August 2, 2007
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