Ah, the first smells of Fall.......
Crisp morning air. Being able to open the windows at night and feel a cool breeze. Smell of burning leaves.
Except I cannot smell any of those things. You know what I smell?
Goat pee. Yep. Goat pee. Stinky, smelly, rank, oh-my-god-what-died-in-your-backyard kind of smell (actually, I think decomposing flesh would smell better). I was pretty sure he was getting stinky when I had the pleasure of smashing my face up against his body during Goat Wrestling last week, but it was definately confirmed this morning when I rounded the corner of the house to give Pan fresh water and hay.
I guess I should have known it was right around the corner. The fact that Pan has been acting penis-ish and being a bastard was a red flag. So, if I want to be able to hang my clothes out on the line to dry, we have to move Mr. Stink-O to other quarters. Last year he spent most of the Fall and Winter in the back yard and I was unable to put my clothes out to dry. I finally had enough and made him a smaller enclosure far, far away from my clothes line in late winter.
Time to move back to your condo-sized bachelor pad. At least you'll be closer to the ladies and can oogle them all you want now. Just keep your oogling apendages to yourself for a while longer. Date night isn't for another month.