Why goatygoat?? The question is, why not goatygoat? Goatygoat is a spring in your step, a roll in the grass, and a tin can for dinner. Goatygoat enjoys candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach. Goatygoat lives in the now! Goatygoat is all this, and more.
Hummingbird Feeder
I got this as a gift from Olivia for my bridal shower in Minnesota. Or, rather, Ollie took the time to hop online and find a boutique in my town, so I wouldn’t have to carry anything back on the plane. This is what I picked out with her gift certificate.
It’s made of recycled glass, and the birds love it!
Heirloom Tomatoes
I love these lumpy, discolored tomatoes more than just about any other foodstuff on earth, with the possible exception of soft, stinky cheese. More on that later. These tomatoes taste like tomatoes are supposed to…acidic, tangy, with a finish of earthiness that makes me think of childhood. Also, they’re pretty, which is more than can be said for the mealy pink tasteless circles of tomato that you get on your Big Mac.
Plastic Yard Flamingos
My yard is covered in these awful creatures. I love them. Our neighbor’s kid takes pleasure in rearranging them a few times a week, so I never know where they’ll be when I open the front gate. We’ll probably never live in another neighborhood where it’s acceptable, downright encouraged, to have a yard full of the ‘mingos, so it’s now or never for the Mingos Dynasty.
Soft, Stinky Cheese
Seastack from Mt. Townsend Creamery is where it’s at, kids. This stuff has a vegetable ash rind, a very smooth liquidy first layer, and an earthy-tasting inner cheese that’s to die for. Even Randy, man-who-likes-few-cheeses, asks for this one.
Sunday, May 10, 2009 at 05:07PM 
When I mentioned to this group of hikers that their dachshunds were
about the tenth such intrepid hiking doxies that I’d seen today, her
only response was “Are you from Canada?”
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Too bad you weren't wearing your keep it midwestern shirt. that would have cleared things up.
We are a strange bunch, we dachshund owners, though some are stranger than others.
There was a woman in my folks' town who spun yarn from the hair of her longhaired dachshunds. This, in and of itself, I do not find that strange. However, to launch into a discussion of this hobby with total strangers you encounter on the street who happen to be walking with their dachshund...it's just a lot of information. I usually stick to "I have one of these!" and gauge how much interaction the other person wants with me (and vice versa) based on the fact that we happen to have dogs that are of the same breed.
I bet Kaspar would like to hike in the Pacific Northwest, too.
Kaspar would love hiking here, and I think you should bring him out in the next year or so. Or, stick him in a box, slap on some postage, and I'll take photos of him on the mountain.
It would be great in so many ways--
The fact that my 30 lb beast has to fly as checked luggage, however, makes it not-so-great. You've seen me neurotic in the past, but you haven't seen me Neurotic until you fly with me and my dog is in the belly of the plane. Wow.
Next time you're in the Northeast we'll figure out some canine companion hiking.
It's a deal. My hiking boots can survive the cargo hold waaay better than the doxie with moxie.