Ambiguous, agnostic, ambidextrous

Friday night I dreamed I was working for the Red Lentil taking care of her pet goat.  When I awoke, I thought, "It makes sense that the Red Lentil would have a pet goat.  No way in hell would I ever work for her."

I related this dream to the Big Bad Bean and the String Bean.  After their initial expressions of horror, Big Bad Bean asked, "Aren't goats exceedingly stubborn?"

To which I replied, "And smart and tricky."

Big Bad Bean shared a LOOK with String Bean and said, "You've just described the Red Lentil."

"I know.  That's why I think she would do well with a pet goat.  They'd get along like a house on fire."

The conversation veered on from there as conversations in our house tend to.  We covered such points as:

1. Goats are very loyal to ONE person.
2. Dibble, the goat I grew up with, adored my dad and hated the rest of us.  She would snuggle up with him and climb into this lap: a lap goat.
3. She once chased me into the narrow space between our house and her barn, knocked me down and trampled me.  I was three.
4. We ate her children.  Twice.

Hopefully that will be it for goats and I will not have to make a tag for them in my tag cloud.