Thursday, July 30, 2009
Gordon (who to confirm, is our next door neighbour's goat and is visiting our yard for a munch) chewed through his collar and escaped our fully fenced yard. Picture very-nearly-almost 33 year old LADY (I was going to say girl, but that is not right, woman feels MATRONLY and lady well, best of a bad bunch. You have to say it like LAYDEE though, as in a Beastie Boys HEY LADIES, GET FUNKY DING DING DING DING DING BUHBAHBUHBOW way)in a knee length denim skirt, knee high boots and a baby in a baby bjorn crawling over fences and through the neighbour's (that we don't know) gardens in an effort to find Gordon and put George's collar on him to take him back home.
I eventually found him a few doors down, on their back porch, eating their herb garden (now destroyed, sorry) so I put the collar and a leash on and walked him back down the street and back into our yard. A new leather collar for Gordon and he is now back and happy. He still loves a pat, scratch between the horns and bleats annoyed when I leave. Sorry Gordon, you SHOULD have a friend, but noone has enough land and Georgie is not ...well... good company for the non-humans. Let's leave it at that. He is an eating and pooping machine. I meant Gordon in that statement, but really, George too.
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