The goat who thought he was a dog.

I sliced my thumb open at work two days ago – they’re still talking about it, I did such a good job – and it’s a pain to type so this will be short. 
Unlessofcourseyoudon’tmindallthewordstogetherbecauseIcan’tusethespacebar.
“The goat who thought he was a dog.”  I thought this would be a good title for the post – maybe even [...]

Ty, you cloven-hooved idiot!

A little while ago, Jenn said that it felt weird to have outgrown some of our dogs  and I knew what she meant.  We have some dogs in our yard that, for various reasons, don’t make the starting lineup anymore.  They are either past their hard-working days and ready for their pension or they are not able [...]

My weekend was full of goats and turkeys.

Friday, Markstay:
I don’t know what I have done to anger the Fates so, but they have conspired lately to turn my life  into a series of Comedies of the most absurd kind.  Take for example today. 
I got in from helping a friend move and it was early afternoon.  A perfect time for me to lay [...]