Gets my goat.

Well, not my goat, but a goat, that much is certain.

And to think I used to live in the town described in this link. :smack:

You know you live in small town Ontario when…

You didn’t find anything odd about a goat tied up in front of a store in downtown. :slight_smile:

Ontario sounds like a fun place, within certain values assigned to the word “fun”.

So, you Ontarians spend a good part of your time tying up goats for fun, huh?
< Bosda inches slowly back out of arm’s reach>

Great. A serial goat-napper.

My husband used to have a pet goat. It hung around with his horse. His name was Billy. He’d eat anything. Even metal.

Whew. T’was scared someone’s GTO had been fingered.

Well, I tell you what, I live not 10 km from MaaAaadoc. And you don’t even want to know what MaaAaadoc is famous for (other Ontarians know what I am talking about).

“Ontarians”–makes you sound like a minor species from Star Trek. One that likes goats…