Today was a goaty day. And good times were spent with the sisters.

They were tied down out back again, so I sat and kept them company for a while. At one point I was sitting and chatting with Magnethe when I heard a CLANK-CLANK-CLANK sound. I turned my head and saw Vanilje darting down the paved pathway leading back to the main playground premises. She had pulled her leash up and was running for sweet freedom. She didn’t get far though, she was quickly distracted by all the yummy fallen leaves under the trees that line the pathway. I went to get her back and that of course started Magnethe baaahing wildly. If there’s one thing a goat doesn’t like then it is when the other goats run away. I’m still not sure if it is because they are mad that the others have escaped or if they’re mad that they themselves aren’t escaping as well. The clank sound was the wedge thingie that Vanilje’s leash was tied to. She’d pulled it right up out of the ground and it was dangling along after her, clanking against the asphalt. Maybe that was why Magnethe was baahing, that sound probably reminds her of being taken back to the goat house for feeding. She was probably yelling “IS IT FEEDING TIME? DON’T FORGET MEEEE! I NEED TO BE FED TOO! VAAAAANILJE DON’T FORGET MEEEEE!”. Or something like that.

Silly goats.

There are new geese at the playground.

Unfortunately the old ones died. First one and then a week or two later the other. Sad. But the new ones look nice and geesy.

That’s about all for today. Not much going on. When the cops aren’t knocking at least.

Well, I watched the MTV VMAs and I’m happy to report: music still sucks. Oh what a cold and heartless monster it is. I like Russel Brand though. And Britney’s back and doing well. That’s so nice. We can build her up again, until she’s back on top. And then we can start tearing her down. It’s the cycle of (celebrity) life.

I had a nice dream last night. All my goats were there with me. Lakrids and Chokolade. Even Mads. It was good. We were in an enclosure much like the one at the playground, only smaller. And the fence was taller, much taller. But despite that Lakrids and Choko still managed to jump and climb over the fence. Alice had to scoop them up and bring them back. I don’t remember much happening. Just relaxing with the goats. Perfect dream.

I’m going to have to check my calendar. It’s not supposed to be winter yet, is it? It’s so cold. My woolly socks are back. Maybe I can start hassling mama for soup. It’s cold enough for it.

That’s all, I’m afraid.