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Every year, my farmer friends Heather and Ken have a party for their friends to celebrate the fact that baby goats are the Cutest Animals In The Universe. (It’s true.) It’s called, logically enough, “Goat Day,” and each year for the last five years, I’ve created some sort of culturally relevant design for the event.

Ain't Afraid of No Goats

They’re here to save the world.

Well, there really was only one possible design for this year.

There are two variations — one features Slimer, the ancient green pickup which has been a legendary, stationery, monument on the grounds of Brandywine Farm ever since its owner left it there to roam the world.

You can even see Slimer from space! (See Fig. 3, below.)

The goats love Slimer — he  serves as their personal jungle gym/climbing wall — and, well, with a name like that, there was no way he could not appear on any Goatbusters-themed design.

SatelliteSlimer

Fig. 3: Slimer, visible from space

The other design is Slimer-free, for those who aren’t inclined to explain the in-joke to others.

Anyway, these designs are now available on a variety of products in my Zazzle store. (The shortened link is tinyurl.com/AintAfraidOfNoGoats.)

My previous designs for Goat Day–as well as additional, one-off goat-themed projects–are also available in my store.

Incidentally, the film which inspired this design has caused a stir in certain quarters, and I sincerely hope that this parody doesn’t, you know, ruin anyone’s childhood. Although on this point, I agree with Melissa McCarthy’s assessment: “I think their childhood was pretty much ruined already. If this broke it, it was pretty fragile to begin with.”

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Goat Day Has Come (and Gone) Again

Last year, Goat Day was in early September.  This year, due to the vagaries of goat husbandry, it was the last weekend in June.  Belatedly, here’s my design for the 4th annual “Goat Day,” the invitation-only celebration of All Things Goat at the farm of my friends Heather & Ken. (Get your Goaterdammerung t-shirts, mugs, buttons & posters here.)

Oh, but wait.  You may not know about Goat Day.

To recap from last year:

What’s Goat Day?

As Heather says, “Wait, you don’t know about the traditional observance of GOAT DAY? How sad for you. But we can fix that.

“Come play with adorable new baby goats. Try your hand at milking a goat if you want, or not. Sit on the porch and drink sangria. Play the ukelele. Bring food and/or drink to share. Eat a motherlovin’ smoked turkey. Take a walk in the pastures or woods. Go nap on the hammock.”

Heather and Ken’s dogs will also be there. Many of them are smarter than most people, but most people don’t hold that against them.  (Incidentally, Heather maintains a blog entitled Raised by Wolves, and if you’re at all interested in dogs, search and rescue, livestock, farming, biology, or life in the country, you should be reading it.)

But mostly Goat Day is designed to capitalize on the fact that baby goats are the cutest thing God ever made.  (Well, maybe they’re in a tie with puppies.)  This year, the cuteness will be well nigh unbearable, as Heather now has dwarf Nigerian goats, and their brand-new kids are ickle widdle twee little sweethearts.  I met two of the new baby goats a couple weeks back.  I picked one up.  It looked up at me with twinkly eyes and let out a barely audible “maaaa-aaaaa-aaaaaaa,” and it was all I could do to keep from running to our car, tossing it into the back seat, and taking it back home with me, fish-tailing out of Heather and Ken’s driveway as I raised a cloud of gravel and dust. (Eventually, though, I suppose I’d have to come back and get my husband, and the whole incident would just become embarrassing.)

Well, we didn’t have a smoked turkey this year, nor sangria. And I don’t think the hammock was up, because there was some dark muttering by Heather about Ken having broken it.

But ukeleles were played — well, one ukelele, at any rate, shared by two people playing at various times. One of those players can actually play, and sing, the Ramones’ “I Wanna Be Sedated.” So, now I can cross “Hear ‘I Wanna Be Sedated’ played on the ukelele” off my bucket list. I actually didn’t know it was on my bucket list until I heard it, but once I had, I felt it was something everyone should experience.

And there were definitely goats. And baby goats.

It was a good day.

Next year’s Goat Day design: Goat Day: Electric Boogaloo.  I promise.

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Vote Goat!

My design for my friends Heather & Ken’s 3rd annual invitation-only “Goat Day” celebration.

What’s Goat Day?

As Heather says, “Wait, you don’t know about the traditional observance of GOAT DAY? How sad for you. But we can fix that.

“Come play with adorable new baby goats. Try your hand at milking a goat if you want, or not. Sit on the porch and drink sangria. Play the ukelele. Bring food and/or drink to share. Eat a motherlovin’ smoked turkey. Take a walk in the pastures or woods. Go nap on the hammock.”

Heather and Ken’s dogs will also be there. Many of them are smarter than most people, but most people don’t hold that against them.  (Incidentally, Heather maintains a blog entitled Raised by Wolves, and if you’re at all interested in dogs, search and rescue, livestock, farming, biology, or life in the country, you should be reading it.)

But mostly Goat Day is designed to capitalize on the fact that baby goats are the cutest thing God ever made.  (Well, maybe they’re in a tie with puppies.)  This year, the cuteness will be well nigh unbearable, as Heather now has dwarf Nigerian goats, and their brand-new kids are ickle widdle twee little sweethearts.  I met two of the new baby goats a couple weeks back.  I picked one up.  It looked up at me with twinkly eyes and let out a barely audible “maaaa-aaaaa-aaaaaaa,” and it was all I could do to keep from running to our car, tossing it into the back seat, and taking it back home with me, fish-tailing out Heather and Ken’s driveway as I raised a cloud of gravel and dust. (Eventually, though, I suppose I’d have to come back and get my husband, and the whole incident would just become embarrassing.)

At any rate, Heather’s calling this year’s Goat Day “Goatterdammerung,” but I’d completed this design before I knew that. Frankly, I was childishly entranced by the fact that “Vote” and “Goat” rhyme, and didn’t want to wait another four years to take advantage of that fact. 

Some year, I hope Heather decides the theme for Goat Day will be “Goat Day: Electric Boogaloo.” 

Meanwhile, t-shirts in a variety of styles and colors are available.  I’m mindful that I’m posting this on the day the Republican National Convention is getting underway.  Goats are adorable, intelligent, curious, independent, and loyal … in short, seemingly everything most current Republican politicians are not.  Irony.

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