Hey…. Goats!!! Goatie-Goatie-Goaties!!! Go-Go-Go-Go-Go-Go-Goats!!!
There they are!
And the horses too! We had some extra rice left over from a batch of gumbo that dad made… and it had formed into a sort of rice-cake. So we cut it up into wedges, and…
Both of the horses seemed to enjoy it, as did the nubian goats.
Or did they…?
On the way home, I felt the need for speed. Yes, I wanted to chase some sticks around. Come on dad, try me out!!!
Got that one!
Come on, come on, come on, THROW THAT STICK!!!
Ok, you’ve got it in your hand… which way are you going to throw it? Are you going to make me run uphill – again – or make it easy for me doing a nice downhill run?
I AM FOAMING WITH ANTICIPATION – THROW THAT STICK!!!
YESSSSSSSSSS!!! First to the left…
Then to the right…
It doesn’t matter which way you throw it, I’M GONNA GET THAT STICK!!!
One more time?
Ohmydog, I am so freaking tired. Panting like a maniac. Drooling all over myself. Uh, I mean, THROW IT AGAIN!!!