Thank you for all your comments about which embroidery method to use on the knitted mandala. The balance of opinion seems to be with outlining the green, so I’ll go with that. 🙂
Anyway, it’s been bothering me, ever since a recent outdoorsy blog post. Merely mentioning The Pig Who Says Woof wasn’t enough, was it? You need audiovisual proof, don’t you, you discerning critics of animal weirdness? So the Toddler Twinnage and I returned to the donkey sanctuary, this time accompanied by the Stoic Spouse. We stroked some donkeys, and the Stoic Spouse was followed with unnerving devotion by the attention-seeking goat, an animal that showed such intense longing for my husband that I was forced, ultimately, to take her aside and read her the riot act about how there are only two of us in this marriage, thank you very much:-
Still she trailed after the Stoic Spouse, nuzzling his knees with wide-eyed yearning as often as he’d permit. Which was alarmingly often.
Anyway, there is good news and there is bad, regarding the Pig Who Says Woof:-
The good news is that I have video footage of this phenomenon. 🙂
The bad news is that I can’t upload video to this blog at present. 🙁 So here’s a compromise: I’ve put the vid on this blog’s Facebook page (thetwistedyarn, if you’re looking for it). Please go look! 🙂 YOU’LL HAVE TO SCROLL DOWN ABOUT 4 POSTS ON THE FACEBOOK PAGE TO FIND IT, BUT IT’S THERE, I PROMISE.
With sincere apologies to those who care passionately about animals being bonkers, but who don’t frequent Facebook. I understand your pain. I appreciate that your unrequited yearning is akin to Attention-Seeking Goat’s lust for the Stoic Spouse’s knees. Or something. And I can offer you only this: SORRY.
Right, wasn’t I supposed to be getting on with some knitting?
I love the idea of an attention seeking goat (but then I love goats and currently don’t have a SO who might get annoyed at it!). Clearly I need to knit myself one…
Or adopt this one? (If it can be prised away from the stoic spouse’s knees.) TBF, it was very sweet and friendly, and it didn’t even smell goaty.
It’s true; the pig woofs!
Yup! Told you! It doesn’t even woof like a dog, as such – it (she) actually says ‘Woof!’
Totally stalking, I mean following, on you facebook now too! Woohoo! Let me know when you post your phone number and address and other contact info so we can be bffs! Kidding, kidding. Lol!
Ha ha, I’m glad the stalking is mutual. 🙂 Though if you start posting things like, “I’m really not sure that green dress you’re wearing goes with those shoes,” I WILL be freaked. Anyway, I bow to you as the superior raconteur in this mutual stalking. Everyone: go and look at this blog: http://mrsmulkey.wordpress.com/2014/07/17/stranded-knitting-is-what-all-the-cool-kids-do/ You won’t be disappointed. 🙂
I had a peacock who did to me what the goat did to your husband. He followed me around endlessly with his tail feathers fully spread. It culminated in the peacock pulling out one of his tail feathers and offering it to me. The gentleman who owned the farm said it meant the peacock wanted me to be his mate. I felt so sad for that peacock.
Hmmm, disconcerting! Are you in fact a large brownish bird with limited flight?
So much love in the world…if one needs extra it seems that farms are the place to go. 😉 (*peacocks and goats…who knew?*)
Oh yes, indeed they are. In a slightly disturbing, interspecies way.
Maybe the pig has an identity crisis going on?
I went to check out the pig and realised I was missing all your posts for some reason! So I had a blast going through and stalking you 🙂 I once shared part of my life with a goat who had almost the same issues. Except this was a Billy and I was the object of his affections. It was a hideous chapter in my life! 🙂
what a huge disappointment. Never have I been closer to throw overboard my facebook concerns and get an account to hear that pig woof.
And as for the goat, she seems to have a huge emotional need. I would expect a bit of sympathy from a psychologist! (but then this might be the disappointment speaking 🙂 )
You are a dedicated blogger, indeed, to make such an effort to provide for your readers! And you spouse is stoic, indeed . . .
I can now die happy. I heard the pig say woof. I bet you could teach is to say sausages like the dog on TV, but on second thoughts maybe not the word sausages. That would be weird.
What a wonderful story (the video is priceless!) and repartee about the story! Made my day. 🙂 I must show the video to the grandkids. I can hear the giggles now….