Saturday 3 September 2011

No angel

I am one of Gigi's greatest fans.  From the moment I saw her it was love at first sight.  Her mum, Geraldine, was my favourite animal on the farm and as she died giving birth to Gigi, I think I just transfered my affections.  There is something about Golden Guernsey goats that I don't get from other goats.  They are serene, gentle and very curious about humans.
However - Gigi was trying my patience yesterday.  She spent the day showing Grace - her half-sister - all the best places to nibble greenery.  I was too late to rescue my palm - it is now a stump.  All the sweet pea pods (that I had planned to pull off, dry and plant next year) have been eaten. And I seemed to spend the whole day carrying Gigi or Grace out of the shop.  In fact, even my extremely laid back cat was getting annoyed and could be seen batting Gigi whenever she came by.
So she was already not in my good books when I ducked into my flat to grab some paperwork only to discover she had relieved herself all over my leather sofa. YUK!
I suppose it serves me right - I shouldn't have left the front door open.  You would have thought I would be wise to the perils of an open-door policy on the farm, after the piglets came in and ate all the cat food.  But some people never learn!