Don't chase the goats, don't chase the goats!!

But it's so FUN! Tonight, Ben and I went to check on the goats... and they were nowhere to be found. So we went into the barn, and there, above our heads, were all three of them, looking down at us and the tasty leaves we brought them. Over the next half hour, they led us on a merry chase all over the barn. Sorry, no pictures, but I have to say that Ben was AWESOME!!! He stood where I needed him to, and although he didn't at first, he was very good at waving his hands and shouting NO when they came at him. I couldn't have gotten them where I needed them to go without him!!! After the merry chase (it was fun!) they were a little hesitant to come near us, but their tummys won, and they came for the snacks. :) I think maybe we are getting the hang of this after all. :)

Then, on the way back to the house, Mr. Peeps was out of the fence with a bloody bottom. Seems someone pulled his tail off--well, all except 4 tail feathers. So we caught her, brought her into the house, cleaned her up and gooed her bottom. I wanted to see what the dogs would do, so I held her in towards Kodiak. Mr. Peeps tensed, fluffed up a little, and jutted her head out. Kodiak practically fell off the porch getting away from her. I am guessing that Kodiak saw an opportunity to puke up another ball of feathers, but when she grabbed said snack, the snack attacked! (I'm sorry, but it's just plain funny, it is) Poor Mr. Peeps. Although inside, Ben told me that we can't call her Mr. Peeps if she is a girl, so we are to call her Ms. Peeps from now on (all him!). And now we're out of antibiotic goo.

On a more domestic note, Squeak is having trouble going potty. I called it in and my wonderful vet let me pick up the necessary medication. In the meantime, my normally docile cat, that let's me do whatever I want to him has decided that he would rather die than take his medicine that needs to be administered twice a day. The once a day one? No problem. The twice a day one? Harumph. That's right, harumph! In the meantime, he is stuck in a dog kennel. All by himself--well, Ben would visit with him several times a day--- until this morning when Squeak bit him. That was the only visit from Ben today. We are on day 4 (I think--it may be 3, I'd have to check the once-a-day pills, but it's clear over in the other room... :) Unfortunately, it looks like we're going to have to take him in after all. He's doing more than spotting, but it's nowhere near the normal amounts for him. And that's a nice little update about my having-trouble-peeing cat.

We're almost out of dog food. And we're switching over to the pellets for the chickens as soon as this bag is gone... and since we opened it today, we'll get more.... tomorrow? No, but it sure seems like it---Probably Saturday. Geez! Although, in pricing chew toys and dog treats, that chicken they ate was about par for the course---I hope it gave them a run for their money and didn't just die right away. I mean... um, we're out of dog food?!? Again! Those dogs! It's awful---I have friends with dogs that don't eat half of what one of my dogs eat in a day! They have 4 cups a day. 4 cups!!! If it was liquid, that would be a gallon every other day.

I've been shirking on the fun fact, so today I will end with a quote (I don't know who actually said it :)

Human beings are the only creatures who are able to behave irrationally in the name of reason.
I think it's just because we are silly enough to name it---has anyone ever seen a cat fall off of something and immediately start licking themselves as if they meant to? Or a dog run full-tilt into a fence that has always been there as they almost catch a rabbit? I rest my case. :)