This and That, Mostly That

Evening everyone, it sure is cool here in East Tn. The coffee is waiting and I actually had the fireplace on. Come on in and visit. I was over at Granny Trace,
Granny Trace Scraps & Squares
and she was showing the fence post they were putting up, so she could get some goats. It was deja vu for me. Oh yes I had a goat. He was given to me for Mothers Day by Curtis. Other women get jewelry or flowers, but I got a goat. It wasn't the goat from Curtis that was so bad, but Dodd gave me a collar for him for Mothers Day. See? Any way we named him Bo Jangles and he became quite famous in our circle of acquaintances. He was a Nubian and got very big. For a long time we let him run loose with the dogs. Once he chased me up the driveway, caught his horns on the bumper and I drug him a bit. Not far, but when I stopped he got himself loose shook his head and never chased a car again. He would sit on a chair with his butt on the seat and his feet on the floor. Once Curtis was hooking the race car(he raced stock cars) to the trailer and got out of the truck to see about something and Bo jumped into the passenger seat. Curtis didn't see him until he got back in. The look on his face was priceless. I laugh out loud every time I think about that. Dodd would put a helmet on and butt heads with him. We dearly loved that goat. He was so funny. He didn't like my Mother nor Debbie.
Dodd used to put a pony saddle on him and let my nephew ride him. Once when we were in Florida I called Mother to see how everything was.Instead of saying are you having fun etc, she said"You're going to be sued." When I inquired why, she said,"Dodd let Bo loose and he went up the road to those people who live in the trailer. They had their door open and found him in their bedroom." Fortunately for us, they had a sense of humor and we did not get sued. There are lots  more Bo stories, but I will stop with these.lol Sadly he was attacked by a pack of dogs one morning and had to be put down.We had many years with him and lots of funny memories. He is buried here on the farm with lots of other beloved pets. Goats are wonderful pets. I just don't think they are good Mothers Day gifts! However, he was more fun than the lawnmower I got one year, setting in the kitchen with a bow on it.
Living where I do, and if you have been on my picture trail, you see we are rural and on the corner. The creek ells me on two sides and the road on two. There is a bridge below me and no house for a quarter of a mile. Over the 35 years we have lived here we have had more cats, dogs, and other animals abandoned, than I can count. We were blessed that we could find them homes.One of the funniest strays was a black hen. Now most of you are not aware but I am terrified of chickens, or anything with feathers. SO! A hen.
No way. Well anyway, of course she stayed. Curtis or the grandchildren named her Henrietta Cluck Cluck. She and I had an understanding. I didn't bother her and she didn't bother me. If Curtis wasn't home I fed her, but that was it. She was funny too and would crow like a rooster. My Mother said, my dad always said," A no good woman and a crowing hen, always came to a no good end." Well Henrietta lived for years here. We had a rottie and she and Heidi became very close. I have seen her actually pick at Heidi like she saw a flea. That is the truth. She would eat out of Curtis' hand. We had a rescue cat at that time too. Amanda, Beth, and Dustin named her precious.Well you know how cats always rub against you. Well Precious would rub against Henrietta and Henrietta would move. So would Precious. It looked as if they were dancing.I always wanted to video them and set it to music, but I never did. I do have a picture of them looking into the house. Side by side. We, yes even me, missed her when she died.
I have done some changing around, trying to get the house ready to show.

 I moved the tavern table from in front of the sofa to beside the front door. I put my small walnut blanket chest in front of the sofa. I put the stuff that was on the table on it.

Moved the spool chest from beside the door where it has been for years to where the light blanket chest was.Moved the light blanket chest back to the kitchen in front of the window.

Moved the New England shoe foot table to where the small blanket chest was. I have no idea why I thought this looked better. I do like the tavern table where I can put my quill, book, and glasses on it.

Well, I have enjoyed your visit and thank you to Trace for bringing back memories of Bo. I would show some pictures but I don't have them scanned. I'll try to do that at a later date. Thank you for coming Through My Back Door where life is good.
betty
PS: Boo,my cat and Domino were two of the recuses we had.Why do people drop off poor defenseless animals to fend for themselves? It is so cruel.
PSS: The Clinton Festival is May 5th. If you are in the area you might enjoy this.