Why you lousy, goat-for-nothing thief! Give me back my lunch!
(nhhrrgh!) This is (hrrrggnh!) no way (arrrgth!) to treat a vegetarian!
Well, fine! I didn’t want your stupid carrot anyway!
Hee, hee, hee — Chelsea knows we’re running her photos in reverse order.
This entry is so baaaaaad, it really gets my goat.
Da mouf, da mouf!!!! *thud*
people, people… I think we’re missing the bigger part of the story here… the goat is wearing a collar and tags!
tracylee: that’s exactly what caught my eye, too!
I need to know more about this wee goatie.
I noticed the collar and tags too. More info please on this cutie.
I’ll bet this carrot thief lives in the same house with “B” the direct-shon-ally challenged lamb. Therefore, this must either be “A” or “C”. I KNEW that woman was alphabet-obsessed.
scritch-scritch-scritch
(*sound of birdcage scratching hairy goat-chin*)
what’s it say on his little purple heart shaped tag?
billy?
Please to notice this kid’s cute little soul patch, or “goatee”, if you will.
Oh Oakley, you slay me!!
Love the last pic with his chinny-chin-chin all up in the air, like Harumph!!!
BEEP!
This is Bunny the goat!! She loves eating carrots and anything else she can find.
She is a Pygmy Goat. Very sweet little girl, loves to run and play.
I love, LOVE critter chins. They are so fuzzy and juicy. Love ‘em.
Looks a bit like Oasis’ Liam Gallagher.
Back story, please? Surely she isn’t a house goat? (And sorry for calling your Shirley…badda bing!!)
@Chelsea… Bunny is so cute and adorable.
have you given her a fig newton yet.. They love an occasional fignewton… and peaches both my sheep and goats always love peaches!
now we have a sheep named Bee and a goat named bunny :: cues Twilight Zone Music:::
Ah goats; those fuzzy, shifty-eyed monsters -you are lucky you didn’t pull back a nub!
I love that second picture. The picture itself, the caption, the hovertexts. Sigh.
YAY (pigmy) goats!!!!
ps @ NTM: yay for vegetarian/ Happy Meal humor!!!!!
She obviously has a case of sour carrots.
I LUFF goats! They make awesome pets. If you bottle feed them and spend lots of time with them when they’re young they grow up to have the temperment of a very loving dog. I think they’re better than a dog though, because they mow your lawn for you.
Yay, more goats on CO!
-signed the Coalition for Recognizing the Inherent Cuteness in Kids
CRICK
Luv those fuzzy little chin whiskers!
Bunny belonged to the manager of the barn where I used to keep my horses. She loved to frolick and play with her (step)sister, Oreo, also a pygmy. They had so much fun running around the barn and getting into trouble. They would play head-butting games and then bounce, jump and run all over the place. I used to keep horse treats in my tack box and when I would get to the barn, Bunny and Oreo would come running over to get some. They liked the peppermint treats the best…and carrots, of course! They each had little collars and tags, which made them so much more adorable!!
That look of disapproval could put bunnies to shame.
Do not be taken in by the hor-ned one, they be the Devil’s familiars on earth!
Repent ye and give thanks, to the true and only Great eye balls in the sky.
For is it not written, that the great judgement day will come and their will be the great
counting and many will be found wanting, They shall be cast into the firey pits and
other unimaginable horrors, like being sent to bed without having their tea!
What IS it, with the (good) goofy looks of the faces on
goats & lambiepoos????
They could sell me an expensive Igloo in a field of snow in Alaska; they could sell me the Statue/ Liberty; they could sell me the Br. Bridge, etc, etc.
AND I’D BE HAPPY TO BE
(wait for it…………………………………………………………………………………………….)
Fleeced!!!! (giggle)
Re. Pic #2, am I the only one seeing a resemblance here? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groucho_marx
When I was a little girl, I saw a cartoon of a goat eating a tin-can; one of my relatives solemnly assured me that goats ate everything, including tin-cans….
ops;
which I believed until I was old enough to figure it out for myself…….
(Kind of puts it in the category of Katzen-Lurkingproingen-Fest lore)
“My scone! My scone!!”
Goat eyeballs scare me.
@ Bstrange: just change the carrot into a ceegar…but
DON”T feed the ceegar to him, while he’s a goat — K?
@Hon Glad, by the “Great Eyeball” do you mean Ceiling Cat?
http://encyclopediadramatica.com/File:Ceilingcatapproves.jpg
Carrot is all you have for lunch? WOW!
metsakins-can I become a member of your organization? I too LURVE goats and there are never enough goats!
I had a pet goat as a child (and yes, his name was Billy) and he thought he was a dog. He followed me around and would sit in my lap and we would share apples! I miss him!
Cute Overload needs WAY more goats.
Theresa – It was a reference to a cartoon strip, that ran and maybe still running in the London Daly Mirror. It was called the perishers and featured a boy and his dog Wellington and Boot, the dog Boot was and old English sheep dog (sort of) every
year they would go on holiday and Boot would stair into a rock pool and look
at the crabs. From the crabs point of veiw they lived in the pooliverse and at a certain
time each year “So it is written that the great eyeballs in the sky will appear”
I love goats and this one is too cute. Though you’ve been doing very well recently in the goat and sheep photos department I add my voice to the cry for more goat and sheep pics as you can never have too many. I think goats eyeballs are amazing, designed to give them a good view of the landscape so no predators sneak up on them. I love the weird iris’s (irisi?) but that could be because I had 2 pet goats and a pet sheep growing up and know what big soft loving and playful animals they are. Like a dog only you can use their poop to fertilize your veggie garden.
Goatie has taken fashion cues from Apollo Ohno on his goatee!
Picture #3 = extreme disapproval, resulting from lack of carrot
Is that some Dr. Doolittle reference?
Our neighbor’s had a goat and one day when visiting he ate the insides of my pockets out. I didn’t even notice. He ate everything and apparently it didn’t bother him. I remember my dad (a veterinarian) telling me he died a very old goat.
That’s neighbors. I want to calm the bookish folks on here before they freak out…
My mistake – sorry!