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The Tale of a Dog and a Goat

Last night, my sweet husband spent about 2 hours steam cleaning the carpets in our study. They were drying this morning when we left for church, looking brand-new. You could see the pride in his eyes of a job-well-done. This becomes a very important part of the story I'm about to tell.

As many of you know, we have one outside dog, Evie, and a pygmy goat named Chester. Evie and Chester are a little on the hyper side so they don't get to come in the house to play. I actually even worry that somehow they might destroy our backyard.

Me with my little Princess Mya and Suspect #1: Evie A picture of Suspect #2: Chester in his halloween costume
Somehow while we were away being good people at church, these two little criminals broke into our house. By broke in, I mean that they somehow pushed our door open that goes from the back patio into our bedroom. Maybe one of us failed to shut it tight and obviously didn't lock it. Regardless, we were greeted on our arrival home by a very excited mutt and her little goat friend. At our front door. In our living room.
They had probably been in the house unsupervised for about 3 hours. Excellent. For those of you who don't have a goat as a pet within city limits (if there are such people in this world), they don't have the best bowel control. You can pretty much count on Chester to create little "chocolate treat" piles all over the place. And he lived up to that expectation.

Exhibit A: This is what used to be the clean floor of our study
(NOTE: The dots in the farthest part of the mess are goat turds)
There were dog toys strung all over our living room as well as two other "goat accident" areas. We are "lucky" that nothing ended up broken or destroyed, besides Aaron's newly cleaned carpets and his patience. Boy, it sure is nice to have pets. And who needs clean carpet anyways? Totally overrated.

(P.S: I was super excited about receiving 16 comments on my last post. I think that's the most I've ever had. And I'm at 50 followers which is awesome!!! Thanks again for all of your support.)

Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 6, 2009 at 4:45 PM

    Poor Aaron and the carpets. That stinks. I'm sure they had fun creating the mess though.

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  2. JennyDecember 6, 2009 at 5:16 PM

    That sounds like something that would happen to me! I love how you just become resigned to your animals occasionally creating such havoc in your life. They are worth it though....

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  3. AnnaDecember 6, 2009 at 6:35 PM

    OMG! Crazy!!!

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  4. pookiedoo87December 6, 2009 at 7:08 PM

    LOL. Am always in the mood for a good goat story, and a dog and clean carpet in the mix and it's extra awesome. Sorry for the mess, but *hehe* good story.

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  5. ADecember 6, 2009 at 8:03 PM

    Oh.my.gosh. Did he cry? I think I would have if that happened right after I cleaned the carpets!

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  6. njennmwcDecember 6, 2009 at 10:01 PM

    I can't help but laughing.. I needed a laugh today anyways.. At least Chester didn't eat everything else like your furnitue or curtains..Did you put up a Christmas tree??Hope you guys are doing well..

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  7. 6c6f6c796f75617265616a6f6b65December 7, 2009 at 8:52 AM

    I love the picture of the goat with fairy wings on! Maybe he is holding a grudge about that? LOL, sorry you had a "crap pile" filled day. Just something else to look at and laugh about!

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  8. LinDecember 7, 2009 at 10:15 AM

    What a downer! You're so right about pets...they are such wonderful additions to our lives. But, then there are those few times when you just have to shake your head and laugh for fear of doing anything worse! :-)

    Love the pics!

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  9. Greta MayDecember 7, 2009 at 11:15 AM

    I started following your blog a few months ago and I must say that I have thoroughly enjoyed each and every installment. But I have to ask...how big is a pygmy goat?

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  10. ALDecember 7, 2009 at 2:52 PM

    OMG, hilarious story!! Chester is adorable. I can't imagine how frustrated aaron was to have the spotless carpet so quickly covered with goat crap. Sucks! thx for sharing

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