This is our resident jerk, I mean, pooch, the Goose.
The question is am I’m too lazy to fix the red eye in that picture
or is the Goose is actually evil?
The Goose, also known as Goose and Nico-dog, is a total thug. Every morning she thumps upstairs, bashing the door open like she owns the place. She’s absolutely the worst roommate in the world: she doesn’t earn any money, spends all day sleeping on beds that aren’t hers, steals, and expects to be waited on hand and foot. If you stop petting her and she’s not done being pet, she hits you in the elbow with her nose. She begs and drools any time you are eating anything. In short, she is awful.
Goose isn’t really camera shy; she’s actually a total diva.
Goose always manages to fool new people into thinking she’s hard done by – that her owner doesn’t love her and that we never pay any attention to her. It’s not true; she’s just getting you soft so she can mess with your stuff. For example, the first week I lived at the Farmhouse, I was going through my suitcase and found a punctured bag of quinoa in amongst my clothes. Bewildered, I asked my roommates, who laughed and told me it was the dog. She also likes to steal carrots and bury disgusting moldy food in the backyard.
Often she is bad for attention – negative attention is better than no attention, right? Badness includes digging in the garden, running off when on a walk, sneaking out of the yard, ripping up at least three blankets, and – my favourite – “getting trashed,” whereby she digs into the trash looking for goodies. Lots of times we only see the aftermath of her acting out; she always feels really guilty after she’s misbehaved, so she’ll shiver and look shifty and you’ll have to scour the house to find the damage. However, last night we caught her in the act …
Goose, after getting trashed in the bathroom. Photo courtesy of Margot.
Oh, you silly Goose. What would you have done if your mom wasn’t around to save you from the plastic garbage can lid? What if you were home alone for hours? What would you have done then?
We laughed so hard and Goose tried to be all cool about it. She sort of strolled through the kitchen and finally slunk down under the kitchen table.
Goose hides her shame under the kitchen table. Photo courtesy of Margot.
We still love the Goose to bits, even when she’s bad.
Sadly, Goose and her mom will be leaving the Farmhouse for their homeland soon, leaving just four Farmhouse animals. We are debating the idea of getting a new Farmhouse pooch since, honestly, the house just doesn’t feel right without a dog in it. However, nothing has been decided yet. I don’t think we’ll go looking for a new pooch; much like our other travelers, I’m sure a dog will just show up, sleep on our couch, eat our food, break our dishes, and leave a mess.
i love the goose because she’s exactly the way i’d be in captivity — cute, and snuggly, and bad whenever whoever’s in charge isn’t looking.
oh wait, that’s kinda how i am anyway. hmmm…