Can you in your wildest dreams (or nightmares) imagine me
chasing Wayne's dratted little Pigmy goat around the house?
And the attempts she makes while trying to elude me. Lucy
often slips in the house or is occasionally invited in.
She immediately spots her favorite morsel... sometimes my
important genealogy papers! When she grabs one, I grab my
broom, while she runs from me chomping on the paper all of
the way, ninnying that high pitched cry for help.
She always jumps just ahead of me onto my sofa to the love
seat then onto the side tables slipping and sliding all of
the way. Once she almost knocked my prized lamps off the
table to the floor, while I panted for breath and called her
bad names. Wayne just sits on the sidelines in his recliner
laughing up a storm while verbally rooting for his Lucy.
It is really hard to decide if I want to whack him or the goat.
She ate some more flowers today. She's really getting my goat!
What a sight we must be. Now, would the real ninny stand up!
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