She Didn’t Go to Do It


Picking up Morgan after volleyball practice–

Me: “Your horses were very bad today.”

Morgan: “I only have one horse.”

Me: “If they’re bad, they’re all your horses.”

Morgan: “I don’t think–”

Me: “YOUR horses, apparently, rubbed on the water faucet by the goat yard and knocked it completely out of the ground!”

Morgan: “That had to be YOUR horse, because MY horse has been in the barn yard LOTS of times and that’s never happened, plus YOUR horse is SHORT.”

Short people get no respect!

Me: “My sweet sugary Shortcake would never do such a thing!”

However, she probably did. Whenever my dad was naughty, his grandmother would tell his mother, “He didn’t go to do it.”

She didn’t go to do it!

There was, however, water running all over the barn yard from the open pipe and it was just all kinds of mess. I turned the water off at the barn and will have it looked at tomorrow, but probably not fixed tomorrow. There’s just all kinds of problems going on here, let me tell ya. I’m going to get hay tomorrow because I decided I was suddenly in a hay emergency. I decided I was in a hay emergency because I decided the hay elevator was a hazard. You know that little goat that likes to run up and slide down the hay elevator? So two days ago, I hear all this hollering from the barn yard. I can’t see anybody in distress. I walk out there, finally figure out it’s That Baby, and there he is, falling down off the other side of the hay elevator, with his foot stuck between the hay elevator and the rail that runs along side of it. Hanging by his foot. I pry him out of there and he limps off like his foot his broken. Only he runs awful fast for a baby with a broken foot. I can’t decide if his foot is broken or not because I can’t catch him. I wait till Morgan comes home and tell her she has to come help me catch that baby so we can decide if his foot is broken or not and what am I going to do with a baby with a broken foot anyway?

Morgan: “Take him to the vet?”

Me: “You don’t take an animal to the vet if you’re planning to butcher them.”

Morgan: “They could euthanize him!”

Me: “That’s called BUTCHERING and you do it at the BUTCHER! And he’s too little to butcher, so what am I going to do? I want MORE THAN TWO GOAT BURGERS OUT OF THE DEAL.”

I don’t really call him That Baby, by the way. His official name is Goat Burger.

So then she helps me catch him and we decide his foot’s not broken. Whew. But then I decide I need to hurry up and get more hay so we can put away the hay elevator.

So I’m getting more hay tomorrow. Or today if you’re reading this on Tuesday. I’ll be back. I have a hay emergency.

P.S. This is all hypothetical, of course. I would never butcher an unwanted male goat. Except when I do. Goat meat is delicious. Don’t tell Clover. Or maybe tell her!!! She has attitude problems!!!

P.P.S. It’s definitely hypothetical about Shortcake destroying the water faucet. My sweet sugary Shortcake would never do that.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on August 20, 2012  

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  1. 8-20

    One look at that sweet face says, no way the Shortcake did it.

    Oh wait, I have seen that sweet innocent look before. Oh yea, it was while my Lab was covered with 5 pounds of flour that he grabbed from the kitchen counter when he was about 9 months old. Needless to say, 5 pounds of flour goes a very long way! and says…GUILTY, regardless of those innocent eyes.

  2. 8-21

    Laughter goes great with morning coffee! Thanks and have fun today!

  3. 8-21

    I had to laugh. This sounds just like my husband and I. When our cats are bad, they’re “my” cats. When they’re good, they are his. Funny how that works.

  4. 8-21

    I think your animals need to grow up…they sound so juvenile :-)

  5. 8-21

    looks a little like our water faucet. It is called get this fly off me!

  6. 8-21

    Definately tell Clover… attitudes can change! I had a lovely roast goat while camping two weeks ago, yum. And no, it couldn’t possibly have been sweet little Shortcake. Whose name is now Mud.

  7. 8-21

    Oh my. My parents had a horse that would turn the water on by itself. Same type of facet as yours, he would use his mouth to pull up the lever so if the pipe was already lose/rusted, I could see it coming out easily.

    My parents horse pulled this trick several times before he was caught in the act. Until my dad saw it for himself, he blamed it on the neighbors, thinking they were coming over and turning the water on.

  8. 8-21

    Awe, poor pony!!! she was just thirsty!! she just was wanting a little drink of water, poor girl! I’m sure she meant NOT to break it:: hee hee, or did CLover break into her yard and do it on purpose::cause she (Shortcake) is getting to much attention right now?:??? ya never know now???? lol

  9. 8-21

    I think the hay elevator makes the barn look like its sticking it’s tongue out and you needed to take to your cousins anyway!

  10. 8-21

    Sorry the faucet got broken. Definitely an inconvenience. Is there a better place to have the fauced, like against a building, so the animals can’t rub on it? If not, you might surround it with several sturdy posts to protect it. Course, that might make an even better scratching post!!!

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