It started off like any normal (yeah right, normal's a common word in my house. NOT) Sunday. I became suspicious when an air of excitement started filling the room, and my suspicions were confirmed when I was
When Mom finally let me out of my crate and leashed me up (I can't wait for that yard, it'll be so nice to not be leashed all the time. But I digress.) and led me to the backyard, I saw it. W.T.F? I have never seen such an odd looking, bowlegged, busty creature. I
|WHAT THE BLEEP?|
"OMD!!!! MOM, what the bleep is THAT?!"
"She's a goat Nola. A Tennessee Fainting Goat, to be exact."
"Okay woman, this is the final straw. You've lost it."
"She's sweet Nola, see? (pets this "goat" thing) Her name is Plymouth, and she's our new pet"
A goat. REALLY??!! And get this: the goat is pregnant! O.M.D!
Kisses and Tail Wags,
The Flabbergasted Dachshund Nola
Note from Dachshund Mommy: It is the funniest thing ever to watch these goats faint. If our internet wasn't so slow I'd post a video, but feel free to YouTube "fainting goats" and you won't be disappointed.
|Apparently, this is our goat. Pregger Plymouth BOL|