In winter, I feel so bad when I use an ice-cold, wet wipe to clean a girl's udder and she jumps and says, "Ooh!" These days when it is 90-plus or 100 as it was yesterday, a goat's response is, "Ahhh. Don't stop."
Bessie Anne also said, "Ahhh," as she stood in her pool and I poured water over her back and shoulders when I got home. She meets me at the door, panting from the heat. I leave the ceiling fan on and plenty of water in several bowls, but there's not much else I can do for her (or for me, either).
"Aarrgh!" Thankfully, gas prices are down right now. My only stop after treatment was for gasoline. "Can I stretch out one more trip? Better not." Besides, the cost of filling an empty tank would probably give me a coronary. Like medicine, it's easier to swallow smaller doses.
"Ooh!" (or something close) when a second clothesline broke. The remaining line will do for hanging socks, but not much else. I'm waiting for some tall person to come by to put up new lines. I could do it, but were I to get up on a ladder and fall, if the landing didn't kill me, my Kids would. I'm not sure of the logic of threatening bodily harm if I were to hurt myself, but I've been warned.
"Really?!" After years of slo-w-l-y whittling away at a high that I won't disclose, I finally weigh less than the lie that I put on my driver's license way back when. (I never lie about my age, but can't say the same for my weight.) Working toward ten-pound goals took forever. Whether I can keep it off remains to be seen, but it's cause for celebration now.