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Today will be a good day. Here’s Peanut and the pizza oven from 2015.
17/9 2018
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Good goat times today. Had to go to my parents place first for some tech support. Got that done bright and early. My mother, whomst I was coming to assist, hadn’t even gotten up yet. Once that was all done it was on to Goat Town for fun and games. Decent weather, not warm but not cold. Bit of sun now and then. Out grazing with the goatsters. We had some kindergarteners visiting, lots of commotion. I love how grandma Mio can just stand still in the eye of the storm with loud kids poking her in the face. Not a flinch. Perfect petting goat. Then back to the pen for relaxation. And again, more platform building. And again I managed to hurt myself. I didn’t drop a tile on a finger this time. But I think I lost control of one of the really heavy ones and its corner scraped across my finger. Good thing we don’t have a swear jar. Now I have a little bloody scar. The things you do for goats. I think the layout of platforms is done to satisfaction now. Just need to stabilize a wobbly thing or two. But it’s pretty good.
And then we got some visitors at the fence. Remember Nelly, the lady who works at the kindergarten across from our pen? She came by with 4-5 of the kindergarteners and they fed leaves to excited goats. One of the (human) kids was very excited and started climbing some of the tiles and stuff outside the pen (the place where I have nicked the stuff I have used for our platforms, shh don’t tell). Nelly was kind of telling her to be careful and the kid jumped up and down on the pile of whatsits and went “I DIDN’T FALL! I DIDNT’T FALL! I DIDN’T FALL!” while jumping and then of course she fell. Luckily she wasn’t hurt. And then as she sat on the ground she went “I ONLY FELL ONCE”. True enough, kid. True enough
17/9 2018
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Another hard day at work. I can’t wait till they get a break room installed so I don’t have to nap on grandma’s belly.
17/9 2018
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As always, when I stop by my parents’ place I have to take a picture of the church on my way. It’s tradition.
17/9 2018
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O Fudge,
a poem by the undersigned
17/9 2018
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Could you BEE any handsomer, Milo?
17/9 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Yogi day everyone.
18/9 2018
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Grandma, you’re on the wrong side! ..and I dont think we’re going to get you to climb over that..
18/9 2018
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you never know how strong you are until you start to break
18/9 2018
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I has an hungry
18/9 2018
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*deletes Kavanaugh rant* it doesn’t even matter does it?
18/9 2018
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Milo’s on cleanup duty
18/9 2018
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This is how I find them in the morning, when I open the door to their bleating. You can see Milo is standing up on this wooden stump that I dragged into their stall. And Sky is standing with her front legs up on their salt block! Silly kids.
Had to crank up the brigthness so the quality isn’t the best. But I love those cute, demanding faces.
18/9 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy hump day everyone.
19/9 2018
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Goat with a house
19/9 2018
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Not feeling so good. Feel like I have to throw up, but nothing’s coming up. Other than a little ghastly acid. Also my head is dizzy and I hear an old man singing in the radiator. I think I just need sleep. So I’m going to go get some sleep. That should test that theory. You guys carry on like normal while I’m gone. Just pretend I’m not here. Wait, pretend I am here but not saying anything. Like a fat kid at a party who shouldn’t reveal private information about himself on the internet what was I saying?
19/9 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Magnethe from 2005.
I am feeling better, but still a bit groggy and crummy. Nothing to worry about, though.
20/9 2018
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By the way, I wasn’t joking when I said I heard an old man singing in the radiator. Nor hallucinating. Out in my bathroom I can often hear people. I guess it’s the piping, the shower drain or whatever. Connecting apartments in the building. I often hear faint voices or music through there. And yesterday I heard what sounded like an old sailor laughing and singing sea shanties. There may be a portal to another world in my shower drain. I wonder if I should stick my hand down there and try for a handshake.
20/9 2018
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The little humans and the big goat.
20/9 2018
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The little humans and the bigger goat.
20/9 2018
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But why would she wait 37 years before coming forward?
I don’t know, maybe seeing your (alleged) attempted rapist being nominated for a lifetime position where he’ll help shape the future for rape victims etc might motivate you to come forward and say something. How long was her name out before she got doxxed and vilified? It’s not going to be a fun time for her. It would be hard enough for any women, imagine having the tucking president of your country speaking out against you along with the twitter cesspool and news pundits everything. They managed to scare off that girl that was going to come public with accusations against Trump shortly before the election. Imagine going through something so hard and then having to face death threats and all the pussygrabbing old rich white men who are against abortion unless it’s their mistresses rant rant rant rant
But hey give the guy credit for the 67 women he didn’t try to rape. He’s either not a rapist or a really bad one with a low hit count rant rant rant rant
delete this y n y n y n
20/9 2018
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save me goats
20/9 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Herman from 2014.
21/9 2018
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Mwah
21/9 2018
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Grateful for the friends who stick with me despite my inadequate humaning skills
21/9 2018
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No, yeah rich old white powerful men should definitely be the ones to decide when/how/if/why women should report abuse. #SuperiorJustice
21/9 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Fuzzy from 2016.
22/9 2018
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goatlog
22/9 2018
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More exclusive content for the premium subscribers. A rare outtake in which the cameraman falls over backwards, and of course the goats immediately rush to his help… or something
link: fall video
22/9 2018
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The sun is shining outside, on my drawn curtains. There are shadows flickering across the curtains. I think it’s storming outside, probably it’s tree branches casting shade on my windows. But it looks like giant hands, fingers playing across my windows. Maybe they are trying to find a way in. Feeling around on the glass for a crack. I hope there isn’t a crack in my windows, that’s how the monsters come in.
22/9 2018
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Shutting down for today. Feeling okay, but titred. Been very tired. So early to bed to get all the sleep and dream the world away.
I’ll leave you with a grandma pic for company.
Oh, and I have learned how to schedule posts on Mia’s page, so don’t assume I’m awake or at the computer just because posts appear on there. Don’t look behind the curtain.
22/9 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday everyone.
23/9 2018
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a more better future
23/9 2018
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goatlog, including our first time on the bleachers
23/9 2018
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Not only is it no longer hot, it’s also no longer warm. Now there’s 8 months until it gets warm again. I wish I lived in Brazil #WillingToWax
23/9 2018
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Silence means approval
23/9 2018
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Because I got high because I got high because I got hiii
23/9 2018
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Uncle, you’re making a mess in our pen
23/9 2018
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This is a bit of before/after. You can see the pallet underlay, and then with tiles on top. Got that one tile leftover. Maybe I’ll put it as a bridge between the platforms. Or on the ground between the platforms, althoug then I’ll have to move the right-hand platform because there isn’t enough room between them. Anyway, it’s fun to have something to do, and new stuff for goats to goat on.
23/9 2018
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Sky is taking a break from the hard work of supervising.
23/9 2018
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That’s all for this week.