The Yule Dog

My Heart & Soul....Yellow Dog

For the record-as if I need to say this-I love goats!

Adore them....am enchanted by them....

See them as the Wild Spirit of the goat god Pan in my life-

but when it comes to True Love....you can't find anything purer than Dog Love.

Your Dog will love you forever and beyond.

Always.

Without question or hesitation.

And if we are wise, we will love them in return, the exact same way.

You won't find anything more honest and real in your lifetime.

You will never find its equal.

The Yule Log may represent Prosperity....

but the Yule Dog represents everything that is Unconditional Love.......

Dog Blessings, my friends.

xoxo

Mimi & Yellow Dog

TALES FROM THE BUCK BARN

TALES FROM THE BUCK BARN

~A story of love...lust...and watermelon.......

as told to Foxmorton~

We're Kevin and Dave.  We share everything!

*nom-nom-nom-Iloveyou,Maa! nom-nom-nom*

Oh.....sweet nectar from the Goat god, Pan..........

They want me to do...WHAT?

Yeah?  Well, maybe YOU'RE on the wrong side of the fence!  

Stupid cow!

Pssst.   I heard that Darla was a virgin........

Ohhhhhhhh........baaaaaaaa........beeeeeeeee..................

I want youuuuuuuuuuuu......sooooooooooooooo..............

Fine.  Be that way.

Look, but don't touch, fellas.......     *bahahahahahahahahah*

Oh, Kevin.......whisper sweet goat-things in my ear...........

Bucks, eh?  Can't live with 'em...can't let 'em out 'cause they stink up the place........

Go figure.

Don't worry, Kevin.  We've still got each other.  

*nom-nom Ireallydoloveyou,Maa......nom-nom-nom............slurp*

We Do Have Need of Thee

I.

O goat-foot God of Arcady!

This modern world is grey and old,

And what remains to us of thee?

No more the shepherd lads in glee

Throw apples at thy wattled fold,

O goat-foot God of Arcady!

Nor through the laurels can one see

Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold,

And what remains to us of thee?

And dull and dead our Thames would be,

For here the winds are chill and cold,

O goat-foot God of Arcady!

Then keep the tomb of Helice,

Thine olive-woods, thy vine-clad wold,

And what remains to us of thee?

Though many an unsung elegy

Sleeps in the reeds our rivers hold,

O goat-foot God of Arcady!

Ah, what remains to us of thee?

II.

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady,

Thy satyrs and their wanton play,

This modern world hath need of thee.

No nymph or Faun indeed have we,

For Faun and nymph are old and grey,

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!

This is the land where liberty

Lit grave-browed Milton on his way,

This modern world hath need of thee!

A land of ancient chivalry

Where gentle Sidney saw the day,

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!

This fierce sea-lion of the sea,

This England lacks some stronger lay,

This modern world hath need of thee!

Then blow some trumpet loud and free,

And give thine oaten pipe away,

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!

This modern world hath need of thee! 
~Oscar Wilde

Our Pan

PAN

“What was he doing, the great god Pan,Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.

He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river:
The limpid water turbidly ran,And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
 and the dragon-fly had fled away,
Ere he brought it out of the river.

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‘This is the way,’ laughed the great god Pan(Laughed while he sat by the river),
‘The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed.
’Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
He blew in power by the river.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die and the lilies revived,
And the dragon-fly came back to dream on the river.

Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain,
For the reed which grows nevermore again
As a reed with the reeds in the river.”

E. B. Browning.