Goose arriyed here at his forever home at around 2:30 this afternoon. His wonderful transport man, who brought him from Knoxville to Cookeville, said Goose was completely quiet and all calm and everything the whole trip. He was completely quiet with us all the way back to Hermitage too.
Finally, when I was just thinking maybe he would never utter a peep, some people drove up to a house on the other side of the creek in the back.
Then … Goose found his voice. Let's just say we may have to rename him … "Bay" or "The Unholy Howler" or "The Howling" or "He Whose Voice is Far Bigger Than His Body" or "Goosebumps" … you see the theme. I'm not good at creating names.
At any rate, here's "Goose: The First Howling." [Speakers on lowest level, you've been warned.] Enjoy!
Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, March 26, 2016