Ready, Set, Go

Today when Seth and I came in to feed the ungrateful and extremely piggy animals, the goats had gotten out. They'd broken through some weak boards on the left side of their stall, and the entire (and considerable) floor was covered in droppings. While Seth swept up the mess, I rinsed all three water buckets, gave them feed, (even though the goats had been in both the feed and the hay) and then caught both the alpacas by myself. The wind outside was so cold I thought my hands were going to drop off while I was getting the water. (Can you relate? :0) I called Dad on the radio to tell him of the goats' escape, and he came by to fix the stall, while I was catching the alpacas . And while he was doing that, Seth and I took the goats (Thelma and Louise) for their daily walk in the paddock thing outside their stalls.
Then we (or maybe it was just me) decided that racing them was a good idea.
Man alive, can goats ever leg it! (Heehee)
Anyway, they nearly pulled us down a few times, and I'm sure Frankie and Deano (you know what, I'm just going to call them Frank and Dean) wondered if we'd lost our minds. (They were out in a stall that Dad had made bigger by opening up at least two beside the original.)
I think Louise has forgiven me a little for not taking off her halter. For the whole day after Dad put it on, she kept staring at me like, "I can't believe you're letting me go through this."
Whatever. Who cares what a goat thinks, anyway?
~C.R.
P.S. Tomorrow we get llamas. O JOY.

Goats and Things

Things have been a little hectic lately, so I haven't been writing anything.
And it also helps if you have something to write about. For instance, recently we acquired two goats and two alpacas, named Thelma, Louise, Frankie, and Deano.
Why do people think that if you have an interesting animal, you should name it something weird?
Maybe it's just me, but I don't think so. My mother agrees, and in fact it was she who brought it up.
Soon we will be getting some llamas, donkeys, rabbits, and some other animals, all for a petting zoo that my dad's bosses came up with. I don't really understand, but I suppose to each their own.
When I have the chance I'll post some pictures and some updates as to what they're up to, though I don't know if anyone will find that even the least bit interesting. Whatever.
This is my Blog and I can write about what I want.
The goats have managed to break part of the stall they're in, though they weren't actually trying to get out until I came in, as I wasn't getting their food to them fast enough. Even if they did get out, there wouldn't be anywhere for them to go, as they and the alpacas are in the sick stalls inside the Equestrian Center, so they wouldn't be able to leave, heh. 
Right, I have to go now.
~C.R.

Test

This will not become a true Blog until my Dad can be persuaded to let me have chickens.
And since I am preparing a pretty good argument, this shouldn't be a problem.
I will be going to Columbus, Georgia in four days, I will present the Essay to my Dad when we return.
My brother is at Fort Benning, he is about to have his Turning Blue Ceremony.
So, until than, I hope you like what I've done to the Blog so far.
Keep in mind, I may change it's name.
Sincerely,
Carol Rider, AKA, Rebekah C. Parker