If You Just Need a Laugh...., Miscellaneous, The Animals

A Pretty Big Project ~ In Which My Goats Are Cooler Than I Thought They Were

How many people here live in a house?

*hands raise*

Okay, looks like everyone except the hobo in the back. That’s cool, bro, you’re welcome here.

Anyways, my grandparents made the momentous decision to move to our neighborhood, which is easier said than done. First of all, they lived an hour away from us, and second of all, there aren’t any vacant houses in our neighborhood.

I guess that’s what happens when you live in the country.

But, that meant they had to get a house built before they could even start packing boxes.

Thank goodness for mobile homes! Or whatever they are. I’m no expert.

They bought a gorgeous triple-wide house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It’s really nice, and the rooms are pretty good sizes.

It was an exciting day for us Hardens when the movers brought the three pieces to the yard. The site was pretty much right in our backyard, which had been chosen after much searching and some precipitation problems. (This place loves to collect rain ๐Ÿ˜‘) (Not gonna lie, though, it’s nice having them about 50 yards from the house, even though that wasn’t the original plan) We all piled outside and stood (at a safe distance, of course) to watch the guys get the house ready.

Up until then, I thought that moving a mobile home to the spot was all there was to it. You just stuck the house on the site, and it was ready for living in.

That’s not how it works, apparently.

It took several days for them to get the house in place and all attached without any cracks or holes or stuff. And then, after that, GUESS WHAT?!! The electricians had to come in and electrify the place, and the carpenters had to come in and carpenter a front porch, and all those great builder-ly people had to do their builder-ly work to get the place ready.

It was a happy day for everyone when the house was proclaimed COMPLETED!!! (Mostly)

*cue the party music and confetti*

But, the next stage of moving them here was about to commence.

BOXES

Boxes are scary. I remember when my family moved when I was seven. (Or eight. I don’t remember) We were unpacking for months. And then, several years later, my mom found a box that had never been unpacked. It was like a treasure chest.

Or, a treasure diaper box? LOL

Anyways, my grandparents have a lot of stuff. A vast majority of it is delicate and/or breakable and/or has some kind of memory attached to it. A couple of weeks before they moved, before we knew the official date, me, my parents, and three of my siblings went to their house and took a whole bunch of boxes and outside furniture and put them in the shed they had put near their new house.

That was definitely not the longest day ever

And then, the Saturday before they were going to officially move to their new house, five cars, all loaded with boxes, drove into the drive.

Unloading took awhile. I got out of most of it because I had a class on Zoom. I never dreamed that school would be a fun excuse, but here we are. The house was so full of boxes. The kitchen was one massive sea of boxes, and the dining room table was piled high. It was, like, Mount Boxmore.

I’m so sorry. Puns hurt.

And then, the Monday afterwards, the momentous day arrived.

Moving day.

*heroic fanfare*

Two massive U-Haul trucks were parked in the drive for most of the day. You know, those trucks that look pretty short from certain angles, but when you step inside, it’s like Narnia on wheels? Those massive trucks.

The three movers were nice guys. They did their job well, and took great care of all the stuff. (Which is important, because the grandfather clocks my grandparents have appear to be a whit pricy) Also, one of the movers is also a paramedic. Go figure.

Quick storytime real quick!

Oh, look at that, I ended a sentence with the same word I started it with.

So, I walked outside to our goat pen, which is across the road from my grandparents house. I was just going to visit Jack, you know?

Because how on earth can you not go visit this little nugget?!!

I was in the pen for awhile, and I inadvertently herded the goats closer to the road, where they’re easy to see from the yard. Well, I left the goat pen and went to the house, where the movers were hard at work. Then, two of them stopped working, pulled out their phones, and walked over to the edge of the road.

To take pictures of these guys!

Donald and Kevin, our resident Billies. They’re pretty big, but they’re so sweet. They don’t use those horns to harm anyone except the other goats that they live with but we’re not going there. They were just grazing in view, and apparently, the movers had never been around such big goats.

So, yeah, they were famous for some time.

Actually, the guys wanted their picture made next to the goats, but it got too dark.

So yeah, that was our storytime for today, kids. The moral is, don’t let anyone hold you back from your dreams, unless it is the darkness, because the darkness is all-powerful, and is to be feared.

I’m just kidding, of course. Don’t ever take me seriously, unless you should take me seriously.

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, boxes. And furniture and stuff.

It took several hours to get all the furniture into place, and the movers didn’t leave until seven or eight o’clock. And then, we moved boxes out of the kitchen to the correct rooms until ten o’clock. I was so tired out. I even had a headache, which does not happen often. But, I felt much better after a good night’s sleep.

So yeah, now our grandparents are moved in right next to us. We’ve spent a lot of our free time at their house unpacking, but it’s not horrible. There are so many treasures to be found.

Have you guys ever moved? What was that like? Do you have grandparents living near you?

Thanks for reading!

My Writing, The Animals

Meet Cookie!

Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday…..

Thus begins the very first story that famous author A. A. Milne told his son, Christopher Robin, about the stuffed bear, Winnie-the-Pooh. I’ve always loved this intro, and thought that it would fit today’s blog post very well. Without further ado, let’s get into the story!

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, about last Friday, there was a puppy named Cookie. He was resting in his bed, and the rain pattered on the roof, giving the atmosphere a peaceful feel. Cookie yawned and rolled onto his side. He could see through a nearby window that it was still dark outside. He sniffed the air, picking up several scents and focusing on three familiar ones. The scents belonged to his sisters. They’d slept with him on that very bed, and their smell, although stale, still lingered. Cookie knew why the smell was stale. His sisters had disappeared, one by one, over the past few days. Where they’d gone, he didn’t know. All he knew was that they hadn’t come back. He’d looked all over for them, but they weren’t anywhere in the house. The rain lulled Cookie back to sleep, and when he woke up again, the sun was shining brightly. He ran over to a window and blinked in the bright light. And as he looked out the window at the sun, he remembered the day he’d first shown up at the house.


Cookie was a beautiful dog, with light tan fur and a white scruff on his neck. His nose was white, and the tip of his tail was white, and his fur was softer than a fuzzy blanket. His little nose was pink with brown streaks, almost like he’d dipped it in a carton of Neapolitan ice cream. He and his sisters were playful and always fighting, and he didn’t have a care in the world. That all changed when he woke up one morning in a tiny cube, squished against his oldest sister. He whimpered and shifted, stepping on another sister’s head. He glanced up. A thin ray of watery, winter sun squeezed through a crack in the strange box. Cookie sniffed and whimpered slightly. It was cold. Where was he? This definitely wasn’t his home. Where was his mother? His food and water? What had happened?

His ears perked up as he heard a familiar jingle. It was the jingle of keys in the door! Surely whoever this was would let him out of the box so he could find his mama. He heard footsteps and someone shut the door, jingling the keys again. Suddenly he heard a soft, โ€œOh!โ€ The footsteps continued more gingerly. Then, suddenly, he was flying off the ground. His sisters whimpered slightly as the box bounced. With a loud thud, it landed, and a moment later, it was opened to reveal a confused-looking middle-aged woman. Her mouth changed into a perfect โ€œOโ€ when she caught sight of Cookie and his sisters. Cookie gave her a puppy grin, and waggled his tail as best as he could. The woman quickly pulled him out of the box, and set him on the floor, doing the same for his sisters. Cookie immediately set off sniffing around his new location, looking for signs of his mother. However, the only familiar scents he could find were those of his sisters. Where on earth was he?

The woman was standing on the front porch, looking around. Cookie wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but he found a puddle of water on the floor, and began lapping it up. The woman came back inside, and began making some phone calls. Cookie walked over to her and whimpered. The woman glanced at him, and said, โ€œI know, I’m trying to find your home.โ€ Cookie whimpered again, a little louder, then made a puddle on the floor.

The woman gave him an exasperated look. โ€œReally? You could have told me!โ€ Cookie cocked his head. Hadn’t he? He’d whimpered.

A few minutes later, his mess had been cleaned up, and he had a delicious bowl of puppy food to eat. His sisters were eating next to him. They’d all been taken outside, and were now looking sleepy again. The woman looked them over one last time, and walked out of the house, locking the door behind her.


As Cookie looked out the window at the sun, he remembered the day he’d first shown up at the house. He whimpered a little, missing his sisters, but, since he was still young, he didn’t miss them that badly. After all, he still had his whole life ahead of him! He thought about yesterday. That had been a strange day for him. The woman had loaded him into her car and taken him to a strange building that smelled very professional. Lots of people had flocked around him and stroked his fur, and his nose had been bombarded with the scents of all the people. He could still remember a couple of scents.

The woman came downstairs, yawning, and Cookie waggled his tail. He whimpered slightly, letting her know that he needed to go outside. She opened the door, and he sniffed around in the yard until he found the right place. Then, he went to his food bowl and ate some food.

A few hours later, Cookie was napping, when he heard voices. He recognized the woman’s voice, but the other voice, a deep, rumbly, man’s voice was foreign to him. He sniffed the air. That scent…wasn’t it from yesterday?

He yawned, stretched, and wandered over to the front porch. The woman was handing his bag of food to the strange man, then she walked out of the room and came back a few seconds later with his bed. He watched with big, solemn eyes as the man took his bed and thanked the woman. What was going on?

The next thing he knew, Cookie was in a truck, riding down the road in the passenger seat. Before long, they were stopping in the yard of a house he had never seen. The man opened the door, and lifted Cookie out, placing him on the ground. Cookies sniffed around his new home, eagerly, until all of a sudden, he was surrounded by children.

Children who happened to be the brothers and sisters of one particular Mia Harden….


That’s right! This is the more or less true story about our new puppy Cookie! Last Friday, we were blessed with the little cutie, who is something we’ve been wanting for a long time! He is sweet and wiggly, and very well-behaved. He might be starring in future blog posts, so keep an eye out! Thanks for reading, and I’ll see you next week!