Which Twin?

Who remembers the ad "Which twin has the Toni"?  Inga and I have something in common.  We both have bad-hair days, every day.  This picture was taken after she'd been brushed out; it makes no difference.  Her hair goes every which way.  She makes me think of Pigpen in the Peanuts cartoons.  Inga often accessorizes with bits of alfalfa or something else in her hair, trying to be stylish.  All the other goats have sleek hair and Inga is odd-man out.

This is me, also after brushing out.  See the resemblance?  I tried the alfalfa look too, but it doesn't work for me.  I don't know how Inga feels about her rough coat.  I always wanted straight hair.  My mother told me I'd lose the curl when I got older.  Either I'm not old enough or my mother was wrong.  (And my mother was never wrong.)

Ah, well.  One's mind does drift while milking and tending the girls.

Bess and I went up to the post office yesterday to mail a package.  I don't go there often.  Our dinky little PO is closed on Saturday and from one to two for lunch on weekdays.  Bessie Anne is used to trips to the feed store and getting her two "cookies" (milk bones).  She was so disappointed when I came back to the truck and had no treats, and believe me, she checked.

We got a little dab of rain last night.  We'll take whatever comes and be glad that we got it.  Talk of drought is in every conversation these days.