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I wouldn’t exactly call it a "show" but it’s the only competition I’ve ever done with animals... last summer I went to my towns 4th of July pet show 2010. Basically its cats and dogs, a girl with a fancy chicken, a 5 year old boy with a goldfish. Well that was how it was two years ago when my little sister took her dog. it rained that day and the fireworks got rescheduled, yadda yadda so there was only about 2 dozen people there, but everyone said it was bigger the the year before. But the year after they didn’t have it. So in 2010 they decide to try again and the whole park was full of people!!!
Rewind to me getting ready. I put on a nice outfit; brush the goats, should I do something cutesy like a bow or something? I decide not to embarrass the goats too much and no bow. So I get the rope and tie an end on one goat and a few feet later I tie the other goat and I hold the rest of the rope as a leash. Well first of all MY rope is missing so the rope I use is thick cotton clothesline. So fine, I go walking down the yard, down the driveway... what is that? BUCKEYE!!! My adoring little beagle who thinks I am his girlfriend and wants to follow me into town because he doesn’t want to miss an outing.... GO HOME! BAD DOG! HOME! NOW!!!! He stops, whines, turns around, looks back at me, HOME NOW! starts walking back... fifty feet later here is again.... GAH! Now I’m clear at the end of the road and I’m not walking back to put him in the house because it is all uphill and I don’t want to be late... GO HOME NOW! VERY BAD BOY! yes, I yell this up the road, and nothing happens around here so everyone is outside for 4th of July so here I am hollering in the street with two goats on a rope who are uncaringly eating an empty houses lawn... after about 15 minutes of me yelling and turning around only to see him running right back to me, I give up and tie him on the opposite end of the rope. yes, I walk through town in front of just about every person in the county walking two goats and a short fat old beagle.... if I would have been barefoot and had no teeth and wearing a torn up flannel shirt I hardly would have looked any less of a *******... so I’m halfway through town, almost to the park, and I have to cross the road. The goats are great and want to smell everything and say hi to every person... but buckeye decides to stop... just decides to lie down in the middle of the street. WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOG?! He just looks at me like, I’m tired. he will not stand or take one step so I pick up the fat terd and carry him across while trying to convince the goats that we need to move now... and of course the road had been totally clear until I stepped out to cross and buckeye wanted to stop and nap so by the time I finally get across half the town is stopped waiting for this crazy girl to cross the road. Yeah... so I finally get to the park. and its full. The park isn’t exactly huge but it is PACKED!!! the goats are used to dogs because we had five at the time. Now I start to worry what all these dogs will do....??? Of course I don’t get two step into the crowd before everyone has turned to stare... staring is fine, I’m already known as eccentric so I’m used to stares. But I’m not used to staring from half the county all at once... creepy! And the smaller of my two, moonbeam, decides she wants to say hi to a rottweiler that looks like something from the TV dog competitions... was I nervous? OH HECK YES!!! Of course I know if the dog makes any sudden movement that I will be drug across the park on my face but mostly I’m worried that this huge guy will kill me for bugging his dog. But he seems slightly interested and the dog seems nice and just purely interested in this white fuzzy thing that just walked over. At the time the goat was about the same size as the dog (but shorter head to butt ways). and the goat loses interest in the dog and wants to see what the chubby baby over there has all over its face... so I have buckeye on one side and two goats on the other and I finally find where to sign up. Two goats please, I say with a smile like I had said two cats or dogs or lizards even. This lady had no idea what to do. She talks to the lady next to her, would you like them to go with the dogs? I’m like, huh? She says, okay, here we have another goat in misc. I’m thinking.... goats, why would I bring goats and want to go out with the dogs? Then she's like, you want the dog in too? Uh, sure. I’m thinking, maybe one of the judges will go for the fat old fart machine and I’ll place. So I sign him up too and walk away and see someone from work. She laughs at me before I ever see her. I knew it was her because she was one of those people that just have one of those laughs that you would recognize anywhere. She is here with her son and his turtle and her tiny puppy. The turtle is tiny, if there were six of them they would have all fit on my palm with extra space left. The puppy was about the size of my palm too, like cup your hands and it would have fit between them with its head popping out a bit. They were sitting under a tree so I tied the goats to it and held the dog on my lap. Then it hits me: what am I going to do with him while I take up the goats?! Oh nuts... I ask the girl from work and she says they can hold him while I take the goats up. I figure he will sleep through it anyway. So the dogs finally come up and when they call buckeye I had been talking to someone and no one heard it so the fart machine didn’t go up. This was fine because he wasn’t supposed to come in the first place and there were lots of dogs here, lots of the TV competition type dogs. Whatever... so it finally gets around to misc. group. the chicken girl isn’t here so it's just me with my two goats and my little sisters friend with her little baby goat (which was named after my sister) so as soon as I see the other goat I just know its going to get first and I’ll get 2 and 3. Because it’s like a month old, little and soft and it cries a little and is just adorable. So the person calls for Milky Way and then moonbeam and I walk out. Well between where I am and where buckeye is with my friend from work is sitting there is a tent for the judges. So I’m standing out there and I hear "buckeye! Come here little dog. Come her buckeye!" stupid me, stupid me, stupid me... a few feet way from where they are sitting as a girl with a huge rabbit with a harness and leash on. And buckeye is a beagle. So I’m thinking the worst and trying not to panic out in front of a judge person. I got first, Milky Way, the other girl gets second, and moonbeam gets third. I get two little ribbons $5 for first and $3 for third. Moonbeam had one horn that had grown some though she was disbudded as a kid. It was just big enough to be noticeable but not big enough to put a band on yet. So she looked like a little unicorn kind of because she's all white too. Ha ha! I was happy for what I got. I didn’t do it for the prize I just like taking the goats out and seeing people’s reactions is great. So I walk back around the tent and buckeye is sleeping again already. I was like 20 questions, what happened, I could hear you guys calling him, I kept thinking about that huge rabbit, I couldn’t see nothing, I was imagining rabbit fur flying around! Nope, he was sleeping and walked a few feet over to lie in the sun. Oh my heavens, I wanted to strangle that dog right there.
The end...
go ahead and laugh it was pretty funny.
tell me what you think.
and does anyone have show tips or some suggestions? because i want to take the two does (in milk with pack gear on), the wether (or two if i keep any), and kiowa (my dog pulling a travois) next year. but i will bring people next time to help me :roll:
 

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Very nice story. It mad me laugh. Next year get the travois on the goat and put a sling on it that will hold the dog. Then the goat can pull / carry the old fart beagle when he decides to take a nap.
 

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What a hoot! I guess I lost track somewhere in the story... so Buckeye the old beagle fart machine didn't win anything? Too bad.

Next year maybe you should black out a couple of teeth, put on some short shorts made of bib overalls, and a tore up flannel shirt, and be as red neck as possible. Maybe you'll win something. Or maybe you'll meet some big gorgeous red neck guy who will love you and all your goofy critters.

I like the idea of hauling the old dog around behind a goat on a travois.
 

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Fun story! You didn't make a bad account of yourself though. Nothing humiliating happened. My first show experiences weren't so good. I ran into the judge at my first horse show. She was sitting in a folding chair, and I was supposed to halt in front of her and back up. Instead, the judge had to leap out of her chair and dive for cover. We did not place in that class.

My first dog show was no better. There were some judges and secretaries sitting behind a table and when I went past, my huge, but super-friendly and rather ill-behaved 110 lb. labrador decided he wanted to meet them. "Shammy" ran under the table and knocked it right over into their laps, dragging me along on the end of his leash. Papers slid off the table and flew everywhere, I was pinned against the table by the pulling dog, Shammy was busy sniffing crotches with his tail wagging furiously, and though I couldn't see my face, I'm sure it was a most extraordinary shade of plum.

So see? You didn't do so bad! :p
 

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idahonancy:
thats a good idea but he started hanging out with an old guy down the road. the old guy had some problems and was kinda crazy but he fed buckeye and everythin so buckeye stayed down there. well the old guy had to move and when he came back to get the rest of his stuff and buckeye this other guy who lived in the apartments too had drove buckeye out in the backroads and dumped him. it was very sad and i see the guy all the time in town and i make it VERY apparent that i think VERY VERY VERY BADLY of him and wish terrible things for him. my mom drove around for days trying to find him but no luck. :( and i dont think he would stay in the travois although that would have been adorable.

jross:
ya, i'd fit right in then. ha ha! i wish there was some nice looking guys around! although that would make for quite a story at a wedding, talking about how you met, :lol:

Nanno:
wow, that does sound pretty bad. ya buckeye was a sleeper. once we thought he had run away because we couldnt find him for like a day and a half. turned out he had been sleeping in a clothes basket the whole time!

McDanAx:
ya, i'm like a never ending circus... never a dull moment.
 
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