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RIP The Goose

After digging into the bathroom garbage can, Goose finds herself in a bit of a predicament.

After digging into the bathroom garbage can, Goose finds herself in a bit of a predicament.

So, I haven’t written about this yet because, frankly, it makes me want to cry whenever I think about it, but I think it’s finally time.

The Goose, also known as Nico-dog, passed away in May 2009. She was 11? You might remember the tales of our baddington—how she liked to steal food and hide it places, or how she enjoyed nothing quite as much as going through the garbage, or how she destroyed three of my blankets in as many months.

But the Goose was a true friend, an awesome traveling companion, and all-around badass. You couldn’t have asked for a better, more hilarious dog with whom to live. I gotta admit, I hated dogs when I first moved into the Farmhouse (I’m definitely one of those crazy cat people) but the Goose won me over, slowly but surely. I’m pretty sure I was caught giving her pats on more than one occasion.

The Goose had lived a good, long life but she’d finally reached her end. Caterina called from Cali to let us know when it happened. I want to say that she got sick and Caterina had to put her down but I honestly can’t remember what actually happened. All I heard was Rin telling me “Goose” and “died”; everything else I blocked out.

Oh, little Goosington. We miss you!


In other news:

There is so much to tell you about the house; it’s been a pretty exciting summer, let me tell you. The garden is so full of abundance that I don’t know where to start. So I won’t. I’ll wait until I can get my act together and post proper pictures of our garden … and our two very special visitors!

Yeah, that’s kind of a tease. That’s just the kind of animal I am.


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So, I’m in the kitchen of the Farmhouse right now with a slowly growing group of cohorts for a night of dinner and music in celebration of the equinox and, you know, life in general. We just talked to our beloved former roomie Caterina, who’s chillin’ out in California right now. Rin’s going to visit her soon-ish and I’m extra jealous. She promised to give the Goose lots of pets for me!

All’s well in Farmhouse land. There are little plantings growing in the yard, despite the horribly unseasonable snow that seems to keep falling in our fair city. Rin planted some mushrooms today (a first for her) and a perfectly timed thunderstorm watered the patch after. I picked some chickweed and corn salad for dinner and it always amazes me that food grows out of the ground. I’m so accustom to foraging for food at the grocery store that when it comes from my own yard, I’m not quite sure what to make of it. Miracle in action, obviously.

Mmm, fennel is getting roasted and Margaret has affixed bells to her hat. I see Margaret scooping tahini and Rin is making something; she informs us that she’s just making it up as she goes along. I just show up and eat. I’m also a world-class stirrer.

Alright, it’s time that I stop being an antisocial crab and maybe play some bass? I’ve got a new (and unnamed) acoustic bass to play and many ridiculous songs to sing. Happy equinox!

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This is our resident jerk, I mean, pooch, the Goose.

The Goose, posing all pretty.

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.

Hey, the camera's that way!

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 is such a brat.

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.

Such a bad animal

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.

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