Thursday, October 6, 2016

Horror of Horns. By Porter.

Miss me?  Momma told me I could use the computer when I wanted now cause she doesn't use it as much so I thought I'd check in and let you know what's been going on the last couple years.

I think everyone knows it's been sad, so I'll gloss over that.


Fleecey

Conway
 


Impulse
Felix

Luna 

There's been lots of changes.  Halen lives in Calgary now (does that mean he lives with Cal and Gary?  I dunno) and he's loving life.  Momma told us he's a Champion now!  That's kinda cool, but I don't know how it happened.  I mean his ears stuck up, he had a stupid long tail and was WAY BIG!  But whatever, clearly I wasn't the judge.

Soooo, le'see, Pounce is a champion too, but that makes sense, she's super adorable!  Even if she still pounces everywhere.  Wait a minute.  How come Pounce doesn't get into trouble when she goes where she's not supposed to?  She jumps over all the gates, and never ever gets yelled at!  I get yelled at all the time.  Okay, maybe not all the time, but Turner and me sometimes want the same toy and I growl.  Okay, I mean that I see Turner with a toy and then I want it so I try to take it.  And then sometimes I just growl.  Pounce also started agilities.  I'm not sure why she has to learn to be agile, as I mentioned she's a good jumper and she is also pretty twisty!  Whatever, clearly what Pounce wants, Pounce gets.


Pounce is really pouncey


So, the point of this post.

Goats.

We got Goats.

Why on EARTH did we need goats?  I think I've been pretty clear on my dislike (maybe a little bit scaredy pants) of big animals like that.  And these ones have horns, HORNS!  They could KILL ME!  Luckily momma doesn't make me move them around like she makes Turner.  But Turner says he likes it.  I think Turner's getting old and senile.  The only thing goats are good for is goat raisins.  Which brings me to a scary story.  We shall call it "Horror of Horns".

So, in the morning Pounce runs around barking waking us all up and we get put in the back so we can't say hello to the neighbour dogs, cause that is also a bit noisy.  Well, it was raining and I didn't feel like running around with HeLa (I'll get to THAT in a minute) so I was having some pre breakfast goat raisins and pushed open a gate which swung behind me.  No biggie, I know momma will find me eventually.  So I'm wandering and snacking and snacking and wand-...OMG.  Breathe Porter breathe....Oh. My. God.  There are goats.  And there's no fence between us.  I jumped, the goats jumped and ran away, probably to make a plan to kill me with no evidence.  Then momma started calling us to come in.  I tried to open the gate, but I'm not a person, so I coudln't.  She FINALLY came out to get me, after I was sitting in the rain trying to make myself invisible so the goats couldn't eat me and said I was pretty silly.  To celebrate that I was still alive I got to go in the car with her to work, because apparently I made her run late.

And it happened again tonight.  But the goats didn't run away.  Luckily it didn't take her so long to find me, and she wedged the shovel back against hte gate so I can't open it in the morning.  Sometimes my tummy takes over.

LOOKIT HOW EVIL!!!


#endgangs

 Right.  HeLa.  We got another puppy.  I give up.  This one is naked, has sticks on her ears, but luckily no tail.  They got something right with her!  I kinda love her.  Everyone kinda loves her.  Pounce is her bestie, but Turner and Cat and I all play with her lots.  She's really really busy, but that's fun.  We hang out and eat goat raisins together.  She's not scared of anything, not even the goats.  She watches them all the time.


She hangs out with Pounce too much.





You didn't think you'd get through teh whole thing and not get to see me did you?!







All scruffy, just how I like it!

Her ears have shrunk a bit since then.


 Anyways, I wanted to check in. And see if someone would come and take the goats away.  Maybe bring a boat, it's raining lots.  And a goat in a boat would be funny.

By Porter.








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