Two weeks ago right after we had sheared Vesla she came inside for a shower. Then we toweled her dry and gave her some oats as a reward for being tolerant. As always she had shown passive resistance to being sheared by lying down and going all floppy, like Gandhi. But she enjoyed the shower.
Her horns got very clean. The blue marks are gentian violet; we applied it because she’d been taunting Misty on the other side of some wire fencing and the horns had got a bit scratched. You can see her worn-out-looking knees; goats develop hard skin there from kneeling (I think we’ve discussed it before).
She ate quite a lot of oats. Then there was the sound of the front door,
and Topsy the dog bounced in. Vesla wasn’t expecting this.
She’d had enough fun and games for one day without being confronted by a bloody dog.
Topsy didn’t know what she’d missed, she’d been out shopping.
So Vesla made her aware. It wasn’t a very hard butt.
But Topsy wondered what the hell was going on.
Vesla presented horns again, but Topsy was already scampering over to me sitting on the sofa.
So, while Topsy figured out what food was being passed out …
Vesla stumped out.
A Bad Guide 
At least you don’t have carpets.
Goats are Catholic?!!
A great series! Better than any telenovela.
(And at least Vesla isn’t wearing socks of different colours.)
That grey sock is one of a pair of cashmere socks my mother sent me for the winter. It has small pink rhinos on it. I really liked them, but I hadn’t seen them for ages.
I liked the sweater too.
Who plays the piano ? Are those watercolors on the stand instead of sheet music ?
Dammit. Could you please delete my last two comments, Crown ? I’ve now put them on the Ice Cream thread, where they belong.
But I’ve only got five comments. There are twenty over there.
My daughter plays. And visitors. There’s a horse drawing and two dog drawings that she made.
If you want more comments in this thread you should ask us to name a men’s underwear shop.
Go on, then. Name a men’s underwear shop that sells boxers.
The Shorts Circuit
That joke is pants.
The Flyweight
A Boxer Rocks.
Sponge Bob Accessories
I love the goats in the house. Do they ever want to climb on the furniture? I’d like to see Vesla curled up on the couch, reading old copies on The New Yorker.
I love them in the house too. Ideally they’d live here year-round if only they could be house trained. It’s not so much the coffee-bean-like pellets, for some peculiar reason they always jump on the sofa or a bed in order to pee and it’s really a lot of work to clear up.
The dogs enjoy the couch, they have such long noses that it’s a relief for their necks to be able to sleep with their muzzle past the cushion edge, cantilevered into space. They’re not interested in The New Yorker, though. Vesla would be better value for money.