tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368537497538347360.post1909929649120755973..comments2010-03-14T16:24:28.265-07:00Comments on Monica's World: Picky the GoatMonica'sWorldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09327385496953652447noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368537497538347360.post-25438799972639361642009-06-16T12:49:10.725-07:002009-06-16T12:49:10.725-07:00for the life of me i could not think of radiator, ...for the life of me i could not think of radiator, it did not dawn on me that it might rhyme with gladiator. that was trying me crazy, so i'm glad you knew what i was talking about..... thank uSoniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15330609776135211100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368537497538347360.post-81840931304843755432009-06-15T15:31:19.474-07:002009-06-15T15:31:19.474-07:00I had to laugh at Gladiator...it's Radiators (...I had to laugh at Gladiator...it's Radiators (sp?) and Gladiator was one of the Donkeys (aka..Brownie)..and yes somedays even now I call myself the Poop Lady...out loud and too my self. One good thing about "marble" poop it's actually easier to clean up than kitty,dog,donkey,cow well you get the picture...<br /><br />I love your story of Picky so much because every last word of it is so true. I couldn't have said it better....remember everyday Dad would say, "that goat is going to stay outside starting "tomorrow"." Tomorrow went on for months and months. <br /><br />And oh yes, Picky has left her trademark on my Durango. She mistakingly thought it was going to be an easy climb like the Rotten Pumpkin. How many people can say, "that is just hoof marks"? One good thing is it makes me feel better that I can't afford a new one cause the farm has a way of "taking it out" on a vehicle. You know, if it isn't the driveway tearing up the front end, it's the poop on the shoe trick. <br /><br />And dear sweet Hannah, my broken hearted Hannah, to know her is to love her... thanks for that...I told her this evening I hope she stops crying soon because I cry when she crys and it's exhausting. It certainly is a roller coaster ride right now. But she is so smart and strong I know she will be okay. I am so proud of her.Monica'sWorldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09327385496953652447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368537497538347360.post-84597229469485238082009-06-15T14:27:26.890-07:002009-06-15T14:27:26.890-07:00I can see Picky standing on the picnic table tryin...I can see Picky standing on the picnic table trying to be taller than Jantje. better the table and not one of our vehicles. i really want to keep the hoof dents down a litte. looks like Picky is teasing Jantje. once down off the table, she probably reared up on all two's.Soniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15330609776135211100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368537497538347360.post-12445251436590587652009-06-15T14:21:46.329-07:002009-06-15T14:21:46.329-07:00Hannah and Tigger. Hannah, my sweet kind, beautif...Hannah and Tigger. Hannah, my sweet kind, beautiful, smart, caring niece. words can't even begin to describe Hannah. To know her is to love her. <br /><br />Tigger (the pioneer to kitties living in the farmhouse).Soniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15330609776135211100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368537497538347360.post-8346855223208727982009-06-15T14:16:07.849-07:002009-06-15T14:16:07.849-07:00Cleo and world peace (he means business too)! Wha...Cleo and world peace (he means business too)! What a great picture!Soniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15330609776135211100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368537497538347360.post-89689443282454233842009-06-15T14:14:59.635-07:002009-06-15T14:14:59.635-07:00I am so glad you had a picture of Scotchie!I am so glad you had a picture of Scotchie!Soniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15330609776135211100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368537497538347360.post-59405005703811155712009-06-15T14:03:00.571-07:002009-06-15T14:03:00.571-07:00boy, did this bring back a flood of memories. i r...boy, did this bring back a flood of memories. i really did not expect Picky to live either. i can just picture Dad there with her that cold, bitter and windy winter day inside with the fire burning. i can see him with little picky on the kitchen table, holding her head up trying to get her to drink warm bottled milk, wrapped in a blanket. probably his bedspread (i might even venture to say the one Hannah handmade for him, just joking) but you know what i mean. <br /><br />Picky lived in the farmhouse for a long time before moving outside.<br />I can tell you one thing, I am sure BOTH OF US absolutely DO NOT MISS sweeping up goat poop. for our readers out there who don't know, goat poop looks like marbles (it's about the size as marbles and rolls like marbles). a goat poops all day and it comes in about 100 marbles (seems like zillions) at a time. well, try sweeping up marbles. this is when you needs lots of patience. and of course they would roll under the permanent heating thinkies, i want to say gladiators (i can't think of the name) where you had to get down on your knees and push them out with a paper towel. <br /><br />ok, so the vet said, livestock is not meant to be in the house. try telling our dad that bit of information. after months and months of picky and endless rolling marbles in the room living with some of our resident kitties, dad finally decides to build a pen (a pretty big pen) for picky, a friend of our Dad helps build the unit right outside the farmhouse door. not a pretty picture but..... it is serving the purpose for picky to move outside yipeeeeee (mind you, this is just during the <br />daylight hours now). each night little miss picky shall be escorted back into the house. this went on for several more months. so <br />now picky stays outside all the time, but wait. another unit had to be built for your highness under a shade tree where she could see all the <br />happenings on the farm. since she does not get along very well with the other critters, the one and only, Miss Picky would have her own house. By the way, Picky got her name because she is very picky about what she chooses to eat. Who'd a thunk it..... <br />As i read this I can picture Picky peering down the long country lane with a full view of the farmhouse, garage, barn, tractor shed, dairy, a full view of the cow pasture, and my house. I just don't think she can view the sheep barn. I don't think we could mention this to Dad, do you?Soniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15330609776135211100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368537497538347360.post-15133737675589625072009-06-14T05:05:32.872-07:002009-06-14T05:05:32.872-07:00Yes, she is the one with my son, Jantje.Yes, she is the one with my son, Jantje.Monica'sWorldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09327385496953652447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368537497538347360.post-15093160934867950742009-06-13T20:55:53.156-07:002009-06-13T20:55:53.156-07:00Way cool! Is there a pic of Picky on the blog?Way cool! Is there a pic of Picky on the blog?kleinworthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05647122659299356128noreply@blogger.com