I don’t know why, but Mom got real excited the other day.  She came in with this thing here and took it to her sewing room. I know it looks kinda like a tomato, but that’s not what it is.

Then she took this bowl that was full of pins and needles and started sticking them in this thing. Now I know that sounds crazy- I mean, how many people do you know who keep pins and needles in a bowl? But I know how they got there. See, Scout got up on Mom’s desk and got the other one, that was full of pins and needles and…. well, let’s just say that pins and needles and sawdust were all over the floor of the den. EVERYWHERE.

So after Mom looked all in Scout’s mouth to see if she was bleeding, she got Dad’s big magnet and picked them all up and put them in a bowl.  The next time she went shopping, she couldn’t find of these things. But Grandmama helped her find one so Mom was really happy.

So now Mom has a new tomato thingy full of pins and needles.

I just wish I knew why Mom and Dad keep calling us goats… I mean really? Just because we like to chew up stuff, like shoes, and we eat paper and try to eat cat food cans, and Scout likes to sleep on top of the sofa… oh, never mind.

What do you think? are we really goats, or are we just silly dogs?