Hick has a new goat. Against the wishes of Val. His excuse was that the mini pony was lonely. I guess SO! Hick reports that when he first put the new goat into the pen, Barry (the already-named when we got him) mini pony thought the new goat was his girlfriend. Quite traumatic, I'm sure, to Billy, (the already-named when we got him) new goat.
More updates on the recently-returned France-trotter, Hick. We won't go into his latest transgression. I'm still trying to cool down from that one. And let me tell you, I was HOT to TROT! And not in a good way.
Anyhoo...Hick has been tearing out the side sidewalk to put it back just like it was. He has been mowing the grounds. He couldn't wait to go back down to his creekside cabin upon his return from France. Just in case some wildfires had broken out and were fast approaching, I suppose.
THEN I found out that Hick took Puppy Jack with him down to the creek!
"How did you get him there?"
"On the Gator."
"Didn't he try to jump out?"
"No. I held him. With one hand. When we got down there, Juno went out in the creek, and Jack followed her, but he didn't much like getting his feet wet. On the way up to the house, I put him in the bed of the Gator, and he ran around in it barking."
So...Hick is bonding with Puppy Jack. Who adores him. Stops what he's doing, whether it's gamboling through the grass like it tickles his privates, or chewing on his boneless fake-fur squirrel toy, or pooping, or following Juno, or chewing on The Pony's pants leg...just to look around and see where Hick is when he hears his voice. Of course he does the same for my voice, and runs towards me. So Hick hasn't stolen my puppy's affections just yet.
More Hick antics in the future.