The Dilly Dally
Happy birthay to my dad. He is 61 today. That’s so old. And I mean that in the most loving way of course. He stopped by for a cuppa tea early in the day. And then at evening I went to my parents place for dinner. A nice roast. A nice and quiet celebration as is typical for our family, and as I like them.
Earlier I suddenly got a craving for toast. And then realized I don’t have a toaster. I have one of those sandwich toaster machines. But not a proper, old-fashioned toaster. So I went to the supermarket and bought a cheap toaster and some krydderboller. Whaddaya call those? Some kind of buns. I used to eat them all the time when I lived at the old house. But I don’t think I’ve had them even once since I moved out. Today I just felt like having ’em and toasted too. Sometimes it’s nice to act all impulsively on a desire like that.
A toast to me.
April 7th, 2008 at 3:36
Happy B’Day to your Dad. Sounds like you all had an enjoyable time. We go in for small birthday parties as well.
Looks like some lovely rolls in your picture. You could always stick them (cut in half) on a piece of foil and put them in the oven under the broiler for a minute or two to toast them. Or even on a cookie sheet and heat them up till their bottoms are lightly browned.
I know what you mean about being impulsive occasionally. I used to try to “plan” to be spontaneous, but it never worked out too well!
The froggies are all a croaking here tonight. Actually they have been croaking since March 19th (they must have lots to say)! “Gotta find a mate, gotta find a mate!”
I found a way to trim goatzie hooves the easy way. First, exercise your little goat until he is very tired and hungry. When he decides to take a nap and lays down, put some hay at the business end of the goat. (That’s the head, LuisLemmings!)
As he eats, tell him how beautiful his little hooves are (lay it on thick), and procede to trim his back hooves. If he starts to lose interest in the hay and is watching what you’re doing, give him more HAY. Be sure to tell him he’s a good boy and move on the next hoof.
In no time, you will have completed the job. By the way, this worked on only one out of three goats. The other two never did get tired and lay down for a nap. (It took awhile before we ever saw John Boy and Billy sleep. We thought they were vampire goats). Oh well, Frankie’s toes look great!
April 8th, 2008 at 3:59
Wishing your father a wonderful birthday, too. Small intimate gathering are more fun since you get the chance to talk to everyone at some point.
The rolls in the photo look yummy, like large brown eggs. They must taste great with a cup of tea!
As for my recent experience with live goats, up close and personal, I think I’m going to look at them from afar. And just enjoy you guy’s great relationship with your goats.
I’m far from disappointed though. I had fun and it was wonderful seeing all the families and their children with the animals in the petting zoo.
When I had dogs, I used to let the vet trim their toes. I’d be too nervous and afraid I’d cut a blood vessel.
I think you’re more careful with your goats, Debster, than when I had my dogs.
April 9th, 2008 at 3:18
LuisLemmings: I’m sure your vet could have shown you how to trim your dogs’ toes. When we were learning how to trim the cockatiels nails, the book advised having flour nearby. If you trim too close and the nail bleeds, apply flour to it and it will stop bleading.
Of course, the cockatiel wasn’t sure we were going to stop at the toes and instead roll the whole bird in flour and cook him! On the big parrot, I use a big emery board and file his nails. Much better than using a nail clipper!
You must tell him how pretty his toes are, too. Just like the vain little goatzies. All our animals think they are the prettiest goats, birds, and dogs in the world!