So, my grandma had to get the kids off of the bus today for us because Becky and I wouldn't be here when they got home from school. When I got off of work I went to my grandparent's house and picked Becky's three up. My grandma was telling me how when she got to the house Nemo had her chain tangled up and was crying for her. So when the kids got off of the bus she had Riley help get the goat untangled and all was well. I said "thank you" and got the kids rounded up and the four of us (Riley, Brenna, Brodey and myself) headed the mile or so home from Gram and Pop's house. When we pulled in the drive Miss Nemo was waiting for us and actually came running to my truck like a dog. It was funny and Riley and I were laughing. So we got out and Nemo followed the kids and I as we walked back out to the hay barn where I had staked her out this morning before I left for work. I put her back where she started the day and Riley was like "Wait a minute. When I got home from school Nemo was over by the "junk" barn tangled up in some wood. I just thought you moved her over there this morning. Are you telling me that she got loose earlier?" So here Nemo started out by the hay barn got loose and then tangled herself up by the "junk" barn. Then Riley and Gram untangled her and re staked her somehow by the "junk" barn and she was loose by the time we got back home. So now that I had her back where she belonged I realized that I needed to run into town to get some more feed for the hens. We left and I thought as we were pulling out of the driveway "I hope that goat stays put". Wrong. We came back about forty-five minutes later, now dark, and I couldn't see whether Nemo was where she belonged or not. Then from my immediate right as I'm pulling up to the garage "BAAAAAA". LOL. That turd was off again. This time obviously shame on me, but how funny. So I took her chain off of her and led her into the fenced in yard with the chickens for the night. She was not happy with me for that decision, but that'll keep her in until I come up with a more sturdy solution for her. She's apparently put on some weight and muscle working those vines over.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Nemo-dini
Finally, Nemo is living up to her goat reputation. That is the reputation that goats are escape artists. Now let me clarify. I haven't had Nemo tied up too extra hard. She's still very little and not strong enough to move the huge cement block I've had laying on her chain.....until today.
So, my grandma had to get the kids off of the bus today for us because Becky and I wouldn't be here when they got home from school. When I got off of work I went to my grandparent's house and picked Becky's three up. My grandma was telling me how when she got to the house Nemo had her chain tangled up and was crying for her. So when the kids got off of the bus she had Riley help get the goat untangled and all was well. I said "thank you" and got the kids rounded up and the four of us (Riley, Brenna, Brodey and myself) headed the mile or so home from Gram and Pop's house. When we pulled in the drive Miss Nemo was waiting for us and actually came running to my truck like a dog. It was funny and Riley and I were laughing. So we got out and Nemo followed the kids and I as we walked back out to the hay barn where I had staked her out this morning before I left for work. I put her back where she started the day and Riley was like "Wait a minute. When I got home from school Nemo was over by the "junk" barn tangled up in some wood. I just thought you moved her over there this morning. Are you telling me that she got loose earlier?" So here Nemo started out by the hay barn got loose and then tangled herself up by the "junk" barn. Then Riley and Gram untangled her and re staked her somehow by the "junk" barn and she was loose by the time we got back home. So now that I had her back where she belonged I realized that I needed to run into town to get some more feed for the hens. We left and I thought as we were pulling out of the driveway "I hope that goat stays put". Wrong. We came back about forty-five minutes later, now dark, and I couldn't see whether Nemo was where she belonged or not. Then from my immediate right as I'm pulling up to the garage "BAAAAAA". LOL. That turd was off again. This time obviously shame on me, but how funny. So I took her chain off of her and led her into the fenced in yard with the chickens for the night. She was not happy with me for that decision, but that'll keep her in until I come up with a more sturdy solution for her. She's apparently put on some weight and muscle working those vines over.
So, my grandma had to get the kids off of the bus today for us because Becky and I wouldn't be here when they got home from school. When I got off of work I went to my grandparent's house and picked Becky's three up. My grandma was telling me how when she got to the house Nemo had her chain tangled up and was crying for her. So when the kids got off of the bus she had Riley help get the goat untangled and all was well. I said "thank you" and got the kids rounded up and the four of us (Riley, Brenna, Brodey and myself) headed the mile or so home from Gram and Pop's house. When we pulled in the drive Miss Nemo was waiting for us and actually came running to my truck like a dog. It was funny and Riley and I were laughing. So we got out and Nemo followed the kids and I as we walked back out to the hay barn where I had staked her out this morning before I left for work. I put her back where she started the day and Riley was like "Wait a minute. When I got home from school Nemo was over by the "junk" barn tangled up in some wood. I just thought you moved her over there this morning. Are you telling me that she got loose earlier?" So here Nemo started out by the hay barn got loose and then tangled herself up by the "junk" barn. Then Riley and Gram untangled her and re staked her somehow by the "junk" barn and she was loose by the time we got back home. So now that I had her back where she belonged I realized that I needed to run into town to get some more feed for the hens. We left and I thought as we were pulling out of the driveway "I hope that goat stays put". Wrong. We came back about forty-five minutes later, now dark, and I couldn't see whether Nemo was where she belonged or not. Then from my immediate right as I'm pulling up to the garage "BAAAAAA". LOL. That turd was off again. This time obviously shame on me, but how funny. So I took her chain off of her and led her into the fenced in yard with the chickens for the night. She was not happy with me for that decision, but that'll keep her in until I come up with a more sturdy solution for her. She's apparently put on some weight and muscle working those vines over.
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