A Clone To Call My Own
April 16th, 2008I have been having headaches at night, lately. Maybe I’m not getting enough sleep. Or maybe I’m getting too much. Or maybe I shouldn’t carry an anvil around on my head all day. It’s a big mystery.
But I won’t cheat you out of pictures from my day. And the kids.
Little brownie with a straw in her mouth. Rebel without a cause.
Lakrids pondering if she can somehow get up to my bag. There’s sure to be exciting things in there. All bags have exciting things. That’s why goats always attack your bags. They know that there is excitement within.
Don’t you just love that face? I do.
Looking up to mama. Hard to believe that those two are going to end up the same size, more or less, sooner or later.
Looking up to me.
And let’s not forget Mads. That is one of my favourite goat positions. Lying down with the head twisted in the other direction, flat against the ground. It always makes me smile.
On my way home I stopped by the new Netto to do some shopping. And met Bodil. She was without Lulu. Lulu is in the hospital. It’s nothing serious, but still not nice of course. She’s going to have a cyst (I believe it’s called) removed. Nothing dangerous. And also have x-rays taken because she might have a diskusprolaps. I’m too tired to find out what that’s called in English, but it’s something with the back. Even though it’s not supposed to be anything serious, I could still tell Bodil was worried. There’s always a risk with animals undergoing anesthesia. So let’s all cross our fingers for Lulu coming home safely soon. That dog means the world to Bodil. And I’m quite fond of her too. I met them on Monday. They were on the other side of the road and Lulu spotted me and practically dragged Bodil across the road. Good thing there weren’t any cars! It makes me happy, though. That Lulu likes me. I can understand with the goats, I go see them all the time and I bring them treats and sometimes I feed them in the weekends. Of course they’re going to like me. But I don’t see Lulu often and I never bring her treats or feed her. And Bodil says that she doesn’t just take to everybody. So the fact that she gets excited to see me, that’s a really sweet thing. I am not completely unlovable after all.
So good vibes to Lulu, and Bodil too.
And now bedtime, as per the anvil’s instructions. Not many people carry a talking anvil around on their head all day. I am quite unique. All my clones that I keep stored in the closet agree with me on that.