Goat Thing of the Day: A Belated Valentine. And Childhood Goat Trauma

Meet Valentine:

 Photo by Ann Ranlett

Artist and photographer Ann Ranlett captured this three-day-old Angora cutie while visiting the A Chance For Bliss Animal Sanctuary in Penryn, California. Here are Valentine's ears defying gravity:

Photo by Ann Ranlett

As Ann told me, he's "super schmoopy adorable". You can see more of Valentine, along with other photos, from Ann's photostream on Flickr.






And how about this street urchin?

Photo Credit: NatGeo 

(via Monica of Transplanting Me)

For an explanation as to why this guy isn't pushing a shopping cart, go to the NatGeo site.






If fellow bloggers Wendy Aarons and Cathy Zielske had not discussed goat trauma on Twitter the other day, I would have never found out about the Childhood Goat Trauma Foundation. This blessed miracle of an organization came together to help those of us who may still twitch at the sound of "Baa", cringe when we rub over that hoof scar from so long ago. Thank You CGTF! And thanks to Wendy and Cathy. They are all live-savers! By the way, if you're still not convinced of the tremendous work of these good people, you should read the CGTF testimonials. Here are a couple of examples from their site:

"I thought that the goats were out to get me. People called me paranoid, but since attending one of the CGTF's workshops, I know I'm right. Goats ARE out to get me! And now I can protect myself!"

-- Anne R., Houston, TX

"It's good to know that someone can help unfortunate children like my Freddie. He's like he was before we took him to the petting zoo. CGTF is a godsend!"

-- Christine N., Fargo, ND

Tucson, Arizona is a Big Bully

When we went to Tucson a couple weeks ago, one of my goals was to see a roadrunner. Locals kept telling me, "Oh they're everywhere. You'll just see 'em out on the roads."

My husband, Mr. MudPuppy, set his desires on a plush cactus with eyes. It had to have eyes.

Turns out the locals lie (also I have bad karma when it comes to these things) and the above items were horribly elusive. We spent the better part of our vacation NOT finding them. We sought peaceful icons from the Arizona desert, but the place offered us nothing but violence. To begin with, Tucson was only interested in kicking our ass.

Ass Kickin' Salsa

Ass Kickin' Vegetable Dip

Ass Kickin' Taco Seasoning

Then it wanted to whoop our ass...

Whoop Ass Steak Sauce

Then it wanted to stab us in the ass...

Prickly Pear Marmalade

After our authentic ass-kickin', ass-whoopin' and pear-pricklin', we begged for mercy. "Please Tucson," we begged. "Can't we all just get along?"

I guess it finally felt sorry for us. Either that, or it heard I had a blog and could wield a mighty pen, because just before we left, we were finally greeted with what I was looking for...

 Beep-Beep! (The only one I saw the whole trip. And in captivity!)

And Mr. MudPuppy's souvenir dreams came true as well:

p.s. No asses were harmed during the making of this post.

Goat Thing of the Day: Can Goats Read?

This kiddo was born four days ago at Bee Haven Acres. Here he is at just one day old.

Awwwww!!

You can also see a video of him and his sister on the Bee Haven Acres post entitled Just Kidding Around. He doesn't have a name yet - do you have any suggestions?

Can Goats Read?

Maybe. Maybe not. This photo was seen on maplec100's Photostream on Flickr.

 via Anali at Anali's First Amendment

Lacy Goes to Tucson (Pronounced TooSahn)

Lacy, the Nanny Goats in Panties mascot, decided she was going to come with us to Tucson, Arizona last weekend. At the last minute. As if it wasn't an inconvenience in the least. The fluffy little bitch.

She started to whine and beg and talk about how I never take her anywhere and how she never gets to do all the rockin' rollin' kickass party things I do until I caved and the next thing you know, Lacy was taking off her panties to go through the security checkpoint at Sacramento International Airport and ultimately boarding the plane where she didn't have to worry about the lack of legroom.

Lacy straps it low and tight across her hips

I just want to say that Southwest Airlines is not as accomodating as one might think. I was simply trying to think of safety first, when all of a sudden, a tan khaki-ed joke-telling peanut-serving (except when there's a peanut allergy on the plane, then it's pretzels) flight attendant gently but firmly informed me that as I did not pay the outrageous fare for Lacy to have her own seat, that I would have to keep her in my lap.

Which Lacy loved...

Somewhere over southernish California. Probably.

Then she bleated the whole flight while I tried to distract her with toys and goldfish crackers and acting way too excited as I pointed at things out the window. So that by the time we landed I was exhausted.

Since Arizona is all about the cacti, Lacy refused to pose with anything but.

Cactus #1

After posing in front of the 100th cactus and screaming how she wanted me to take her picture, I left her in the hotel for a timeout. For the remainder of the trip.

Cactus #98

This Ain't No Goat Blog

Anybody who tries to call Nanny Goats in Panties a goat blog is severely mistaken, according to a recent Google Search. I Googled "goat blog" and NGIP does not appear even once in the results! Of course, I only checked the first four pages, but still. Not a goat blog.

I can't begin to tell you how proud I am, however, that people around the globe have come to my blog while searching for the following terms in the last month:

1. buddha sex with skulls
2. pissing contest
3. all you can eat panties
4. son of a gun from nannygoatin'
5. there once was a man with a bucket 
6. a mean old nanny goat doesn't change into a dove because a little time has past

and my favorite - drumroll please.....

7. you want me to be your garden gnome. you want me to be your plastic flamingo. you are not my mother and i want to go home.

But that's not why I called you people here today. I got off on a tangent there right out of the gate and the real reason I wanted to speak to you is to tell you that I drove past my neighbor's house today and saw this near his door:

A Christmas wreath? Ack!

I considered going over there, knocking on his door and laughing boisterously in his face, pointing at him while I held my belly and laughed and laughed, mercilessly mocking him as I wiped tears from my eyes, struggling to get the words out about his wreath. Except that when I walked into my house, I saw THIS in my living room:

I would try to further defend myself by declaring something like, "Oh yeah? Well at least there's only two ornaments on the tree and the blanket underneath is gone!"

Except that the tree never got past two ornaments at its peak decoration. And I never found the blanket.

The good news is, we'll be having a Valentine's Day Tree this year.

What? I don't have time to take it down right now. I'm busy packing for a trip to Tucson. Speaking of which, you guys need anything while I'm there?