HankTheTank and Ownedby3alpacas Journal

[HankTheTank]

No school tommorow....I only have tests on Tuesday, Thursday, and the following Thursday, then I am OUT I'm not as excited as I usually am though because I won't be able to see my BF until September most likely.....I'm not *technically* supposed to talk to him so it would be a little difficult to explain to my mom :/

My sister just ordered a crocodile scarf pattern for me off Etsy (which is a dangerous site to let me on ) and she's going to make it for me I love crocodiles, they are insanely fascinating. Did you know they can shift their organs around to change their center of gravity? That way, they can stay floating with just their eyes and nose above the water for hours.

While I was on Etsy I found tons and tons of Dr. Who stuff...but I don't have a credit card, and I don't like to ask other people to use theirs, I don't really have a lot of money for it, and I don't really need it anyway I love all the Dalek stuff though. Daleks are my favorite...that voice gets me every time Anyone else here a Whovian? Who's your favorite Doctor? Mine had to be Christopher Eccleston, even though he was only there for one season. David Tennant is brilliant too, after that I never really got too involved with any of the characters.

It's Hanks birthday in two days! I can't belive how big he got....he was sooo tiny when I first got him, and so scared of me, it's hard to believe he's the same goat! Now he gives me kisses...somewhat snuffly kisses, but kisses nonetheless You know, I've had him going on two years now, and I've only just found his favorite scratchy spot. Right on top of his head, directly where his horns would be! As soon as I start scratching there, he stands stock still, leans on me, and his eyes start to close! He's a funny little guy. His favorite treat is maple leaves, but he's too short to reach. So, he stands on a stump near the base of the tree, puts his front feet on the trunk, and stretches his neck up to get at them. I call it playing giraffe I'll try and get a picture sometime, he's awfully cute doing that.

Bonnie doesn't really seem to have a favorite scratchy spot, she just likes to be pet. She's such a sweetie Elf, my Wild Child doesn't seem to enjoy being touched at all....she's really ornery, kinda psychotic, unfriendly, and an escape artist. I'm so glad I kept her I don't know what I'd do without the challenge

 

[HankTheTank]

While I'm at it, here's some recent pictures
Colin, looking dramatic ("I bet you're wondering why I called you here this evening...")

Hank and Elf, being cute (as always)

And Hankster! I like this picture of him a lot, it's the wallpaper on my computer

 

[fairview610]

Your goats are beautiful!

 

[HankTheTank]

Thank you!

 

[HankTheTank]

Time: 1:30 am.

Package Recieved: Largest spool I have ever laid eyes on

Thoughts: This thing is fluffing AWESOME

It has to be at least 4 feet tall. I actually have to jump down from it.

This is gonna be good.

 

[HankTheTank]

So last night, under the influence of caffeine, and bored out of my skull, I started writing a story. This is the first part of it....Since it's about Hankster I thought I would share it. If people like it, then I'll continue putting up parts of it (Tell me if it's dumb, I don't want to bore people)

Once there was a little goat named Hank, and he lived in a barn on top of a hill. He lived a good life, eating, playing with his friends, and sleeping in the sunshine. His owner loved them very much and took good care of the herd. Everyone was out browsing one day when disaster struck. A car stopped near the pasture fence, and someone got out and watched the herd for a while. Hank stood alert for a minute, but then decided they werent a threat and continued eating. Moments later, he looked up to see a figure advancing on him. He still wasnt concerned, he loved people and they usually had tasty treats for him. This time, however, he wasnt getting a snack. The person, he appeared to be a man in his late twenties, roughly grabbed him by his collar and tried to lead him away. This was one thing Hank couldnt tolerate- people, especially strangers, grabbing his collar. He dug in his heels and refused to move. The man didnt care; he simply scooped Hank up around the middle and started to carry him off. No matter how much he kicked and squirmed, Hank couldnt get away. He was stuffed into the backseat of the car, and driven away. The whole time the car was moving, he stayed on the floor, since if he looked out the window it made his stomach feel queasy. He stayed there for about an hour and a half, when he felt the car turn onto a gravel driveway, and then finally stop. The back door was opened, and Hank sank down lower, trying to avoid the man who was trying to grab him again. It didnt work, and he was again scooped up around the middle and carried off. This time, it was to a house. The man carrying him walked up to the front door, and rang the doorbell. No one came to the door, so he rang it again, then again. Finally, the door was opened by a pretty young lady, who looked unhappy to see the man. The man tried to hug the lady; she avoided him, and started talking to him in an angry voice. He replied, sounding apologetic. He pointed towards Hank, then picked him up and tried to hand him to the woman. She sighed, but took him. She talked to the man a little while longer, and then he drove off. Hank was carried inside. She sat down on a sofa and held Hank in her lap. He was still frightened, but he began to calm down enough to listen to what she was saying.

Youre a cute little fellow, arent you? I wonder where Alex even got you fromI probably dont even want to know. This might be the worst idea hes ever had. He knows I cant have pets here. I dont care how cute you are, little goat. Im not going to forgive him this time! I dont even know anything about goats. Ill just have to find a new home for you, thats all.


And with that, she set him down on the carpet and walked into the kitchen to make tea. Hank was flustered. First he was stolen, and now the person he was stolen for didnt even want him! He stood on the carpet for a while, dazed, and then a large window caught his attention. He trotted over to take a look. It was only about three feet down to the ground, and with a small nudge from his nose he could slide it open enough to slip out. He was free!

 

[HankTheTank]

It's not horribly dumb, is it? Would anyone want to read any more?

 

[marlowmanor]

It's not horribly dumb, is it? Would anyone want to read any more?

I would! I'm a sucker for a good story. This one has already peeked my interest. Is it the real story of how you got Hank?

 

[HankTheTank]

No, it's just a story about him. Nothing in this ever happened as far as I know, unless Hank was much more adventerous in the first two months of his life before I got him than I thought

 

[Remuda1]

Is this a true story?? More please,lol!