Thursday, July 10, 2008

The Basking Society

If you don't die first, some day you will get old. Some of our best friends are starting to show a little wear and tear. Marquee, who is the finest old goat gentleman you could ever hope to meet and the granddad of just about half the goats here, is starting to have some trouble getting around.



Not to mention his other problems, which are too personal to get into. But let's just say that it seems fairly doubtful he will have too many more kids, because the swimmers apparently fell off the lifeboat.

But that doesn't stop him from enjoying the sunshine. Once you are about ten years old, like Marquee, you really get the hang of basking.

And Spenny the border collie now has gray eyebrows and doesn't get all atwitter about fetching sticks any more. She leaves that to Wendell the Pest, who doesn't even really know how to do it. He understands the part about getting the stick, it's the part about bringing it back that has his little boston terrier brain puzzled.

So Spenny basks, too.



And let's not even talk about Tommy the appaloosa. He is the top hound of all the baskervilles, laying flat out like a giant pancake and soaking up all the rays in sight.

Oh well.

3 comments :

Marigold said...

It's okay, Dad. Basking is good. I do it all the time. Maybe you can get to like beer...and jello. Jello is good and you don't need any teeth.
Signed,
Your loving daughter,
Marigold

goatfarmer said...

Beer and jello, thank you, wonderful suggestions. These will also be good names for my next two children. What a thoughtful child you are.

Amy said...

What a flashy goat and nice looking dog!